#this is specifically about australia but can be applied the world over

[myrtaceaae]

I'm SO tired of people making out like deserts are barren and useless and inherently hostile. Do you know how many fun little animals are in deserts. You would be surprised how many plants are there also. Plus the fact that humans have and are living in deserts.

They are not barren and you should not feel like they are a problem to be solved.

[magnagaruzenmon]

A Day to remember

Introduction The world changed forever the day the Hulk returned from space. But it wasn’t Bruce Banner, the brilliant scientist, who came back. No, all that was left was the Hulk—a relentless, unstoppable force of nature. Hardened and empowered after years among the stars, he brought with him the strength and knowledge of not just one, but four planets: Sakaar, planet Kree, Spartax, and Planet Skrull. This unparalleled combination of might and resources allowed him to launch a swift and devastating campaign to claim Earth as his own. It wasn’t just a victory—it was a conquest.

And so, the Hulk crowned himself Champion-King of Earth.

One of his first acts was to deal with the Illuminati, the secret cabal of Earth’s most brilliant and powerful minds who once sent him into exile. With the exception of Black Panther, the Hulk exiled the Illuminati and their allies—including my parents—to a so-called “idyllic paradise” somewhere off-world. It seemed like justice in his eyes, though it left Earth in an unprecedented state of transition. One day, I had human neighbors. The next, I was surrounded by Sakaarans, Kree refugees, and even a mutant or two. Earth wasn’t just Earth anymore. It was a crossroads for the galaxy.

Surprisingly, despite the terrifying aura of power he radiated, the Hulk turned out to be a capable and, dare I say, effective ruler. Crime plummeted, and the economy soared as he forged strong intergalactic trade and alliances with the new empires of Asgard and Wakanda. Life on Earth became both unrecognizable and…stable.

But that stability is about to be shaken again. Hulk has just announced a new tradition: the Gladiatorial Tournament of Champions. This brutal competition will determine Earth’s Realm Champions, the individuals he deems worthy of ruling specific territories under his reign. Each champion represents a distinct region of Earth, acting as both its protector and enforcer of the Hulk’s rule.

Here’s how it breaks down: • Wolverine oversees Canada and Alaska. • Steve Rogers rules the United States, Puerto Rico, Cuba, Costa Rica, Haiti, and the rest of Central America. • Namor dominates South America and Antarctica. • M’Baku holds Africa. • Shang-Chi governs all of Asia. • Devil Dinosaur and Skaar share dominion over Australia. • Doctor Doom controls Europe…when he’s not busy running his own intergalactic empire (it’s complicated).

And now, the tournament will determine the newest champions—or perhaps, challengers to their thrones. The stakes are high, the rules unclear, and the competition fierce. In this world reshaped by gamma-fueled ambition and intergalactic alliances, it’s anyone’s guess who will rise—and who will fall.

Reassemble TJ was surprised by how few had shown up to apply for the Realm Champion Tournament. Out of the vast expanse of the Gamma Force Empire, only 64 participants stood ready to compete. For an event of such magnitude, the hall of ceremonies felt oddly intimate, though the grandeur of the setting made up for the lack of numbers.

Golden chandeliers bathed the room in a warm glow, their light reflecting off walls lined with intergalactic banners—each one a symbol of the Hulk’s reign. The crowd was a mix of the famous, the powerful, and the curious. TJ recognized a few familiar faces from both legend and pop culture: Venom, towering and menacing but oddly polite; Luna Snow, the Korean pop idol turned superhero; Dazzler, the timeless mutant songstress; and a collection of idols, including Wonyoung and Yujin from IVE and Hanni from NewJeans. The blend of celebrity and power was overwhelming, but TJ—despite his less affluent upbringing and humble attire—moved through the procession with unexpected ease.

When people approached him, he introduced himself calmly and confidently. “Tiberius,” he said, his voice steady, “but you can call me Tibby. I’m one of the contestants.”

There was something magnetic about him, a palpable charm that made even the most skeptical faces soften. He listened attentively, asked genuine questions, and exuded a warmth that drew others in. It wasn’t intentional, but a few of the women couldn’t help but look a little flustered as they spoke to him.

For an hour and a half, Tibby navigated the crowd, exchanging pleasantries and learning names. But as the Master of Ceremonies stepped onto the elevated dais at the front of the hall, the atmosphere shifted.

“Contestants, it is time for your introductions,” the voice boomed, silencing the room.

One by one, the 64 fighters were named, and their achievements and titles were announced with a flourish. Most were unremarkable to Tibby, but a few stood out: • Lucion, a cybernetic warrior from Latveria, is rumored to have ties to Doctor Doom. • Leviathan, a towering Atlantean gladiator with a cold, unreadable demeanor. • Momotaro, a swordsman from Japan, clad in armor said to be enchanted by Asgardian forges. • Praetorius, a mysterious figure veiled in shadow, whose reputation as a mercenary preceded him.

And finally, Tibby. Though his name lacked the weight of the others, murmurs rippled through the crowd, many remembering the impression he had already made. By now, “Tibby” was on more than a few lips, and the nickname had stuck.

The Master of Ceremonies gestured to a row of ornate cups lined on a silver tray, each adorned with a symbol representing the Hulk’s empire.

“Champions,” he announced, “step forward and claim your Champion’s Cup. Within this drink lies a blend of the synthetic Heart-Shaped Herb, Asgardian blood rites, and a precise mixture of potions and medicines. Together, they will elevate you to a level worthy of this tournament.”

Unbeknownst to the contestants, the concoction was more than just a power booster. It was preparation—for a brutal process known only to the Empire’s inner circle as The Culling.

Tibby stepped forward and took his cup, examining the shimmering liquid inside before raising it to his lips. Around him, others did the same. The hall erupted into cheers and applause as each contestant drank, sealing their fate.

With the ceremony concluded, the party began in earnest. Music filled the air, laughter echoed, and the contestants mingled freely with the crowd. But Tibby had never been one for celebration before the victory. Quietly, he slipped away from the festivities, weaving through the throng toward the exit.

He almost made it.

As he turned a corner, Tibby’s path was blocked by a massive green figure. He froze, his heart skipping a beat. The Hulk stood before him, radiating power. His gaze was unreadable, his towering frame casting a long shadow over the corridor.

Tibby swallowed hard, unsure of what to say.

“Well,” the Hulk rumbled, his voice like distant thunder. “Where do you think you’re going, Champion?”

Tibby stood face-to-face with the Champion King, his heart pounding like a war drum in his chest. He wasn’t foolish enough to believe he could match the Hulk’s strength, but he didn’t cower. Instead, he stood firm, holding his ground with a mixture of respect and resolve.

“I was heading home,” Tibby said evenly, his voice steady despite the fear flashing in his eyes. “Parties aren’t really my thing—especially before I’ve won anything.”

Hulk raised an eyebrow, surprised by the man’s candor. Most who stood before him either groveled or puffed themselves up with false bravado. This one, though? He spoke with sincerity. The Champion King regarded him with a faint smirk.

“You’ve got guts,” Hulk rumbled, his voice like distant thunder. “Few people would talk to me that way. But there’s one more rite you need to complete before you leave.”

Tibby hesitated for a fraction of a second before nodding. “Lead the way.”

Hulk turned and began walking, his heavy footsteps echoing through the grand hall. Tibby followed, his nerves fraying with each step as they entered a glowing laboratory with a massive circular chamber at its center. The room hummed with energy, the air thick with the scent of ozone and sterilizing agents.

Hulk gestured toward the chamber. “This is the Culling Machine. It’s a tool we use to help contestants prepare. It simulates ten thousand years of forced evolution, compressing what would take eons into minutes. It’ll speed up your development and put you on par with the other fighters.”

Tibby stared at the chamber, his stomach twisting. This wasn’t what he’d signed up for. He thought of stepping back, walking out of the lab, and leaving the tournament behind. But then images of his past flooded his mind: the ridicule, the doubts, the dismissive sneers from the so-called geniuses of the Illuminati, and the whispered taunts of those who told him he’d never make it on his own.

Clenching his fists, he stepped forward, his eyes blazing with a cold fury. He couldn’t let them be right.

Hulk watched with quiet admiration as Tibby approached the chamber. For the second time that night, this contestant had surprised him. As Tibby entered the machine, Hulk closed the door and prepared the controls.

“Brace yourself,” Hulk warned as he pressed a series of buttons. “This is gonna hurt.”

The machine roared to life, flooding the chamber with a brilliant, almost blinding light. Tibby’s body was enveloped in its glow, and at first, everything seemed to go as expected. But then something went wrong.

Tibby’s skeleton began to glow, a fiery orange radiating from within as if his very bones were on fire. His skin bubbled and reformed, his body tearing itself apart and reassembling over and over. Each cycle was accompanied by flashes of pain and primal screams that sent a chill even through the Hulk’s hardened spine.

“WHAT THE HELL?” Hulk muttered, his massive hand hovering over the emergency shutoff. But he hesitated—Tibby was surviving. Somehow.

The machine’s timer finally reached zero, and the chamber powered down. The door slid open with a hiss, and Tibby stumbled out, his legs barely holding him upright. Steam rose from his body, and his skin flickered with faint traces of scales. His eyes glowed briefly before fading back to normal.

Hulk steadied him with one massive hand. “You good, kid?”

Tibby coughed, then nodded weakly. “Define… good.”

The Champion King let out a rare, deep laugh. “Fair enough. Let’s get you checked out.”

Hulk carried Tibby to the medical bay, where his advisors and doctors hurriedly ran tests. It didn’t take long for them to uncover the truth: Tibby’s X-gene—his mutant ability—had been dormant until now. The Culling Machine had triggered its activation, but instead of settling into one stable form, his mutation was in a constant state of flux, his body forever evolving.

“The only thing that seems consistent,” one of the doctors explained, “is that under stress, his mutation pushes him into a dragon-like form. Beyond that… well, it’s unpredictable.”

Tibby sat on the edge of the medical bed, his mind racing. A dragon? That wasn’t what he’d expected when he signed up for this tournament. But as he flexed his hands, feeling the latent power coursing through his veins, he realized he didn’t feel fear. He felt ready.

Hulk crossed his arms, a thoughtful expression on his face. “You’re full of surprises, Tibby. This might just get interesting.”

The festivities were in full swing, the grand hall alive with music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. Beneath the glittering chandeliers, contestants, dignitaries, and spectators mingled, each with their own agendas. At the center of it all stood Momotaro, the clear favorite to win the Realm Champion Tournament.

Tall and broad-shouldered, with a warrior’s poise and a face that seemed sculpted by the gods, Momotaro exuded confidence. The legendary champion from Okinawa had already made a name for himself as a formidable warrior in countless regional tournaments. His reputation had preceded him, and now it seemed, so had his charm.

Wonyoung and Gaeul of IVE, radiant in their evening gowns, had positioned themselves at either side of Momotaro. They were playful, their voices carrying just enough laughter to turn heads, and their smiles were dazzling, each glance carefully measured.

“You must hear this all the time,” Wonyoung said, her tone light and teasing, “but you’re even more impressive in person than the stories say.”

Momotaro chuckled, his deep voice cutting through the lively room. “I’ve found that the stories are usually exaggerated. I’m just a man who’s good at what he does.”

“And modest too,” Gaeul interjected, leaning in slightly with a sly smile. “That’s rare in someone so… accomplished.”

Momotaro gave her a small nod, his gaze steady but unreadable. “Modesty isn’t rare when you’ve faced enough challenges. The moment you start believing your own hype is the moment someone surprises you.”

Wonyoung tilted her head, her eyes sparkling. “A wise answer. But surely you’ve noticed how everyone is watching you tonight. They’re not just here for the tournament—they’re here for you.”

Momotaro smirked. “And yet here I am, lucky enough to have the attention of two of the most talented stars on the planet. How do you explain that?”

Gaeul laughed, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “We know a good story when we see one, and you, Momotaro, are definitely a story worth following.”

Their banter drew subtle glances from others at the party. Some watched with curiosity, others with envy. Among the crowd, Lucion and Leviathan exchanged knowing looks.

“Momotaro sure knows how to play the part,” Leviathan muttered, sipping his drink.

“Play?” Lucion smirked. “He’s not playing. He’s just that good.”

Meanwhile, Hulk, standing near the entrance, glanced at the scene as he returned from checking on Tibby. His sharp eyes missed nothing: the glances, the positioning, the subtle games of influence.

“Momotaro’s already won half the battle,” Hulk muttered to himself. “Let’s see if he can win the other half in the arena.”

As the night wore on, Wonyoung and Gaeul remained close to Momotaro, their charm never wavering. He entertained them with grace, but there was a quiet focus in his eyes, a steady awareness of the competition that lay ahead.

In another corner of the room, a subtle buzz spread among the attendees as whispers of Tibby’s ordeal began to circulate. The dragon-like transformation, the unexpected resilience—it was enough to draw the attention of a few, including Momotaro, whose gaze briefly flickered toward the doorway Hulk had reentered from.

“Interesting,” he murmured to himself before turning his full attention back to his admirers.

As the night continued Momotaro found himself needing to relieve himself. After he excused himself he didn't expect the two vixens to corner him in the restroom as he washed his hands.

“Oh ladies how may I help you?” he said politely the girls groaned and Wonyoung said,

“Cut the good guy schtick we know all about you. We know how bad you are,” she said as she closed the gap. Yujin was also not far behind as her arms wrapped around, the man. He sensed their less-than-pure intentions as Wonyoung and Gaeul brought him in for a shared kiss. Momotaro’s mask slips as the Helpful Hero gives way to the vicious villain underneath. Encouraged by Wonyoung’s prodding he lifts her dress up to see her bare ass.

“Spank it,” Gaeul whispers in Momotaro’s ear and he does so. The resulting jiggle serves to set Momotaro to take everything he wants. He undoes his belt and rams his cock into the idol’s tight cunt.

“Yes God“ Wonyoung moans as his cock ravages her. Momotaro continues to rail against Wonyoung while he and Gauel engage in a passionate liplock. Gaeul’s tongue dances and wraps around his as he fucks into Wonyoung deeper. She moans tirelessly as Momotaro’s cock pistons in and out of her tight pussy. Driven into a lusty haze Gaeul begins spanking the younger girl, before degrading her,

“Yes take that cock you filthy slut. Fuck you're so hot,” Gaeul growled possessive. She smiled as she watched Momotaro’s cock plunge in and out of the young woman. Gaeul for her part got on the other side of Wonyoung and began groping the young woman before settling her fingers in Wonyoung's clit. Momotaro watches as he feels Wonyoung get tighter and tighter before yanking her hair.

“Gonna cum slut?” he asks,

Wonyoung nods wordlessly as her mind is made mush by the pleasure. Momotaro keeps thrusting until Wonyoung screams cumming all over his cock before Momotaro carelessly cums inside of Wonyoung. Her pussy convulsed feeling his seed before sending her into another orgasm. Feeling cheated he spanks Wonyoung and says “No cumming more than me,” Wonyoung regains her wits and glares at you before saying “Don't push your luck,”

The following day Momotaro arrived to two guests in his quarters after his successful culling. The interior of Momotaro’s quarters was as opulent as the man himself—polished stone floors, walls adorned with accolades, and an array of expensive wines and delicacies displayed on a low table. Wonyoung lounged gracefully on a plush chaise, her long legs crossed, while Gaeul stood by the window, inspecting her reflection in the glass. Both were impeccably dressed, their attire chosen to emphasize their poise and elegance.

The door hissed open, and Momotaro strode in, his figure commanding. Unlike Tiberius, his time in the culling machine left no visible marks. He radiated confidence, his movements effortless, his smirk that of a man certain of his greatness.

“You survived,” Wonyoung said, her voice dripping with mockery masked as playfulness. She rose smoothly to meet him, her eyes glinting with admiration. “Not that there was ever any doubt, of course.”

“‘Survived’ is putting it mildly,” Momotaro replied with a smirk, loosening his collar as he crossed the room. “I thrived.”

Gaeul turned from the window, raising an eyebrow. “Thrived? Modesty as always.” She approached him, her tone teasing but laced with genuine admiration. “I suppose it’s safe to assume the others weren’t as fortunate. Did you hear about Tiberius? They say the machine nearly tore him apart. Poor thing. Talk about biting off more than you can chew.”

Wonyoung scoffed, settling back into her seat. “Honestly, I’m surprised he even made it out alive. I don’t know why they let riff-raff like him enter. The man’s practically a charity case.”

Momotaro chuckled, pouring himself a glass of wine and leaning against the table. “Let them have their dreams. It makes crushing them so much sweeter when the time comes.”

“You’re so cruel,” Gaeul said, but her smile betrayed her approval. She perched herself on the arm of Wonyoung’s chaise, idly playing with a strand of her hair. “Still, I have to admit, there’s a certain satisfaction in watching the undeserving fail. It’s not like they ever had a chance against you.”

Wonyoung tilted her head, her expression sharpening. “Especially not that Tibby. Did you see how awkward he was at the ceremony? Trying so hard to impress, but it was painfully obvious he doesn’t belong.”

Momotaro grinned. “He has his moments. A certain… charm, I suppose. But charm doesn’t win battles.” He sipped his wine and added, “Still, it’s almost a shame. I could’ve taught him a thing or two.”

Wonyoung let out a soft laugh, her hand brushing against Momotaro’s arm. “Oh, please. You’re being far too generous. The only thing you could teach him is how to stay out of your way.”

“Agreed,” Gaeul said, leaning closer to him. Her voice lowered, almost conspiratorial. “But don’t let him or the others distract you. You’re the clear favorite, Momotaro. Everyone knows it.”

Momotaro set his glass down, his smirk growing. “Distraction isn’t something I’m worried about. And as for the competition…” He gestured dismissively. “They’ll fall in line. One way or another.”

The three of them shared a laugh, the kind of easy, self-assured laughter that came from knowing the odds were in their favor. Wonyoung rested her chin in her hand, her gaze lingering on Momotaro.

“You know,” she said, her tone turning flirtatious, “you’re making it very hard for the rest of us to stay focused. All this strength, charisma… it’s almost unfair.”

Momotaro raised an eyebrow, a playful gleam in his eye. “Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Wonyoung.”

“Jealous?” Wonyoung leaned closer, her lips curling into a smirk. “Hardly. I’m just making an observation. Someone has to keep you humble.”

“Humble?” Gaeul chimed in, rolling her eyes. “Good luck with that.” She nudged Momotaro’s shoulder lightly. “But seriously, you’d better win. Otherwise, all this flattery will have been for nothing.”

Momotaro laughed, a deep, confident sound. “Don’t worry. I don’t plan on losing. To anyone.”

Wonyoung and Gaeul exchanged a glance, their smiles sharpening. They didn’t need to say it out loud—they had chosen their champion, and they were determined to bask in his glow.

But outside the room, the faint hum of distant celebration carried on, a reminder that the tournament had only just begun—and the masks, so carefully maintained, would soon be tested.

Meanwhile having recovered Tibby had begun training in his quarters while waiting for the arena to open properly. Tibby’s training quarters were stark and utilitarian—a far cry from the lavish accommodations Momotaro enjoyed. The dim lighting revealed worn sparring equipment, a simple cot pushed against the wall, and a single rack of weights. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for Tibby. He wasn’t here for luxury; he was here to prepare.

Clad in a loose tank top and sweatpants, Tibby stood in front of a heavy punching bag. His knuckles thudded against the bag in a steady rhythm, sweat trickling down his forehead. Each strike was deliberate, his focus sharp despite the lingering soreness in his body from the culling.

The door creaked open softly, and a gentle voice broke the quiet.

“Tibby?”

He paused mid-swing, turning to see Chowon standing hesitantly in the doorway. She clutched a small cloth bundle in her hands, her posture timid but her smile warm. Dressed in a simple dress, she looked entirely out of place in the gritty training room, but her presence seemed to brighten it nonetheless.

“Chowon?” Tibby straightened, wiping his forehead with his forearm. “What are you doing here?”

“I… I heard you were starting your training, and I thought you might need this.” She stepped forward, holding out the bundle. “It’s nothing fancy. Just some snacks I made. For energy.”

Tibby took the bundle, his expression softening. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to,” she said quickly, her cheeks reddening. “You’ve been through a lot already, and… well, I thought it might help.”

He unwrapped the bundle, revealing neatly packed rice balls and slices of fruit. It was simple but thoughtful, and the care she’d put into it was obvious.

“Thank you,” he said sincerely. “This means a lot.”

Chowon smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re welcome. I just… I think you’re going to do great, you know? In the tournament.”

Tibby chuckled softly, sitting down on the edge of the cot. “Not sure about that. I’m still figuring out what this ‘dragon thing’ means, and most of the other contestants already look like they’ve been training for years.”

“That doesn’t matter,” Chowon said, her voice gaining a rare firmness. She stepped closer, her shyness momentarily giving way to quiet conviction. “You’re strong, Tibby. Not just physically. You… you have a good heart. That’s what really matters.”

Her words caught him off guard, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to respond. He glanced down at the food she’d brought, then back at her.

“You’re too kind,” he said finally, his voice softer than before.

Chowon blushed again, fidgeting with the hem of her dress. “I just… I want to help, even if it’s only a little.”

Tibby smiled, a genuine warmth in his eyes. “You’re already helping more than you know.”

The two sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the contrast between the sterile training room and Chowon’s sweet presence making it feel almost peaceful. Eventually, Chowon stood, brushing off her dress.

“I should let you get back to training,” she said. “But if you ever need anything, just let me know, okay?”

Tibby nodded. “I will. Thanks again, Chowon.”

As she turned to leave, Tibby found himself feeling a rare sense of calm. The tournament loomed large, and the odds were stacked against him, but at that moment, he realized he wasn’t entirely alone.

He stood and returned to the punching bag, Chowon’s words echoing in his mind. A good heart. Maybe that was enough to start with.

Throughout the following weeks, Tibby and Taro trained relentlessly. The sunlight streamed through the grand training hall’s tall windows, illuminating the polished marble floors and elaborate tapestries that depicted scenes of victorious warriors. The air hummed with the low thrum of energy fields powering the advanced training dummies arranged in the room.

Momotaro stood in the center, dressed in a sleek, form-fitting combat suit that highlighted his muscular frame. A faint smirk played on his lips as he observed his reflection in the mirrored walls.

“Let’s make this quick,” he said, addressing the room’s automated trainer.

The dummies activated with a sharp hum, moving with near-human precision. One lunged at him, but Momotaro sidestepped effortlessly, his blade flashing in the light as he struck. The dummy shattered, its pieces clattering to the floor.

Another dummy approached, it struck faster and more unpredictably. Momotaro parried, his movements sharp and confident, as if rehearsing a dance he had already mastered.

In the distant corner, Wonyoung and Gaeul watched, their eyes gleaming with admiration.

“Flawless, as always,” Gaeul remarked, clapping slowly.

Momotaro turned, flashing a charming grin. “Of course. You don’t think I’d let that dragon boy put a scratch on me, do you?”

Wonyoung giggled. “He doesn’t stand a chance. You’ve already won, Momotaro. This is just… practice.”

His smile widened, but there was a flicker of something darker in his eyes. Confidence, yes, but also calculation. He knew the crowd expected perfection, and he intended to deliver it.

With a dramatic flourish, he raised his weapon and stepped toward the next wave of dummies, their metallic frames reflecting the light like distant stars. Each strike was a performance, every movement a declaration of his superiority.

Tibby’s training space was the opposite of Momotaro’s—a dimly lit, open-air courtyard surrounded by crumbling stone walls. The floor was uneven, scattered with patches of dirt and grass. A single lantern swayed in the breeze, its light casting long shadows across the ground.

Tibby stood in the center, his body tense and his hands wrapped in rough cloth. Sweat glistened on his skin, evidence of hours of relentless practice. He faced a simple wooden post, its surface scarred from repeated strikes.

“Again,” he muttered to himself, his voice steady despite the strain.

He lunged forward, his fists striking the post with sharp, deliberate movements. The impact sent a jolt through his arms, but he didn’t stop. His breaths came in steady bursts, each strike pushing him further.

Behind him, Chowon stood quietly, her hands clasped in front of her. She watched with a mix of worry and admiration, her gaze fixed on the determination etched into Tibby’s face.

“You’ve been at this for hours,” she said gently. “Maybe you should take a break?”

Tibby paused, his fists resting against the post. He turned to her, his expression softening. “I can’t. Not yet. If I don’t push myself, I won’t stand a chance.”

Chowon stepped closer, her voice quiet but firm. “You’ve already come so far. Don’t forget to trust yourself, too.”

Her words lingered in the air as Tibby nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. He took a deep breath, aTJusting his stance. “One more round,” he said.

Chowon sat on a nearby stone, watching as he resumed his strikes. This time, there was something different in his movements—not just strength, but precision and resolve. Each punch seemed to carry the weight of his determination to prove himself, not just to the world but to himself.

As the lantern’s flame flickered in the breeze, Tibby struck the post one last time, his fist splintering the wood. He stepped back, breathing heavily, and glanced at Chowon.

“You were right,” he admitted. “I needed that.”

Chowon smiled, her eyes warm. “You’ll be ready, Tibby. I know it.”

The day before the opening bouts of the tournaments the ceremonial chamber was a sight to behold—a cavernous hall carved from the heart of the mountain, with walls glowing faintly from veins of luminous minerals. Weapons of past champions lined the walls, each displayed with reverence. A long table stretched across the room, laden with ornate weapons wrapped in cloth, waiting to find their rightful wielders.

Hulk’s forgemaster, a towering, broad-shouldered dwarf named Gorund Ironbrand, stood at the head of the table. His beard was braided with bits of metal, and his hammer, massive and scarred from years of crafting, rested at his side.

“Tonight,” Gorund began, his voice resonating through the hall, “each of you will receive the weapon that best matches your spirit. These weapons are forged not just of metal but of meaning. Treat them well, and they will serve you faithfully. Fail them, and they will abandon you.”

One by one, the champions stepped forward as their names were called.

Momotaro’s Weapon

“Momotaro,” Gorund called, his deep voice cutting through the room.

Momotaro strode forward, confidence radiating from his every step. Gorund unwrapped the cloth, revealing an exquisite katana. The blade shimmered with a deadly brilliance, its edge almost too sharp to look at directly.

“This,” Gorund said, “is a katana forged from vibranium, adamantium, and carbonadium. Stronger than any foe you will face. A blade fit for one who carries the weight of many expectations.”

Momotaro accepted the weapon with a flourish, running his hand over the smooth hilt. He nodded in thanks, though inwardly, he savored the murmurs of admiration from the crowd.

“Lucion.”

Lucion, a pale figure with piercing silver eyes, stepped forward silently. Gorund unveiled a bow made of dark, twisting wood that seemed alive, its surface pulsating faintly with shadows.

“A bow crafted from the bark and branches of the World Tree,” Gorund said. “It draws on darkness itself, bending it to your will.”

Lucion took the bow without a word, his thin lips curling into a faint smirk.

“Leviathan.”

The tall, wiry contestant approached, his sharp eyes scanning the table. Gorund unwrapped a pair of daggers, their blades glowing softly with a calming blue light. Etched with ancient runes, they seemed almost alive.

“Daggers of uru and orichalcum,” Gorund said. “Inscribed with mystic etchings to balance their power. They are as precise as the predator who wields them.”

Leviathan twirled the daggers experimentally, grinning.

“Praetorius.”

Praetorius, clad in ceremonial armor, marched forward with the bearing of a king. Gorund unveiled a mace that seemed to hum with energy, lightning arcing faintly along its head.

“A weapon of vibranium and savage world steel, imbued with lightning. A fitting instrument for one who commands authority.”

Praetorius grasped the mace, nodding with satisfaction.

“Tiberius,” Gorund called.

Tibby stepped forward, calm and steady despite the low murmurs from the other champions. Gorund unveiled a single weapon—a staff-like rod forged from an alloy of vibranium, uru, and a rare off-world metal that glowed faintly in shifting shades of violet and teal.

“This,” Gorund said, his voice taking on a weight of reverence, “is a weapon unlike any other. It shifts forms at your command—kusarigama, tonfa, sais—whatever your instinct requires. Its power lies in adaptability, much like its wielder.”

The only embellishment was an inscription etched delicately into the metal: ‘Dragons care not for the opinions of sheep.’

Tibby accepted the weapon with a small bow, feeling its cool surface hum faintly with energy. He twisted his wrist experimentally, and the rod lengthened into a kusarigama. Another flick transformed it into a pair of tonfas, and yet another shift produced a pair of sais.

“Thank you,” Tibby said, his voice even but sincere.

Gorund nodded approvingly. “It is simple in appearance, yes. But simplicity often hides great strength. Remember that.”

Tibby bowed respectfully as he accepted the weapons. “Thank you,” he said simply, running his fingers over the smooth surface.

As Tibby stepped back, the other champions eyed his weapon with poorly veiled disdain. Lucion leaned toward Leviathan, smirking.

“They gave him a transforming stick,” Lucion whispered. “Guess they thought he couldn’t handle a real weapon.”

Leviathan chuckled. “He’ll need all the tricks he can get. Too bad it won’t matter when he’s out in the first round.”

Praetorius shook his head, a faint sneer on his lips. “Adaptability won’t save you when you’re outclassed.”

Tibby ignored the remarks, focusing instead on the shifting weapon in his hand. The transitions were smooth, each form feeling perfectly balanced and natural in his grip. He’d faced mockery before, and he knew that true power didn’t lie in appearances.

Momotaro observed silently, his elaborate katana hanging at his side. Though he refrained from joining the others in mocking Tibby’s weapon, his thoughts were far from kind.

A shapeshifting toy, he mused. How fitting for a second-rate contestant. It might impress peasants, but it won’t stand against real steel.

Outwardly, however, he maintained his composed, heroic demeanor, offering Tibby a polite nod as their gazes briefly met.

As the ceremony concluded, the champions mingled, comparing their weapons. Lucion and Leviathan examined their own with smug satisfaction, while Praetorius marveled at the power radiating from his mace.

“They gave him farmer’s tools,” Leviathan sneered, glancing at Tibby’s weapons. “Did they think he was here to harvest crops instead of fight?”

Lucion chuckled darkly. “Maybe they thought he’d need them to till the earth once he’s out of the tournament.”

Praetorius smirked but said nothing, his eyes flickering briefly toward Tibby.

Tibby, standing off to the side, heard the remarks but didn’t react. He was used to being underestimated, and he had no intention of rising to the bait. Instead, he turned the weapon ( currently a sai in his hand) , feeling the balance and weight, appreciating the craftsmanship.

Momotaro, standing nearby, didn’t join in the mockery. Outwardly, he maintained a neutral expression, but internally, he dismissed Tibby’s weapons as inferior. Farm tools, he thought. And here I was expecting competition.

As the champions laughed and boasted, Tibby took a step back, letting the noise fade into the background. He studied his weapon again, running a finger over the inscription.

‘Dragons care not for the opinions of sheep.’

A faint smile tugged at his lips. He knew what they thought of him, but that didn’t matter. His actions would speak louder than any words or flashy weapon.

In the end, it wasn’t the weapon that made the warrior. It was the heart behind it.

After the ceremony Momotaro went back to his shared penthouse with Gaeul and Wonyoung their contempt and disdain flowed freely behind sealed closed doors.

The flickering light from a nearby lantern cast long shadows across the private room, its cozy ambiance a stark contrast to the tension that lingered in the air. Wonyoung and Gaeul sat on plush cushions, their expressions a mix of anticipation and frustration. Momotaro stood by the window, looking out over the arena grounds, his hand resting casually on the hilt of his katana. He set it down gently before gesturing for Gaeul to approach. She smiled as they both undressed

“So, tell me again,” Gaeul spoke up, her voice dripping with a sharp edge. “You really think any of them stand a chance?” she said as she straddled Momotaro

Momotaro smirked as Gaeul spread her legs for the man. Her wet pussy drooling for him. “No. Most of them are just pawns in a game they don’t even understand. They’ll fall one by one.” he said as he thrust into Gaeul who moaned as Momotaro’s dick rammed itself inside her.

Wonyoung leaned forward, her gaze intense as she fixed Momotaro with a look of quiet calculation. “But there’s one who could be a problem.” she purred as she watched her champion fuck the elder girl.

Lifting his gaze from the window, Momotaro finally turned to face them. The playful arrogance in his eyes hadn’t faded, but there was a glint of something more serious in his expression. “Lucion. That bastard,” he spat as if the name left a bitter taste in his mouth. “He’s the only one I’ve seen so far who might be worth my time. The rest are… distractions,” he said after ramming himself deep into Gaeul. She shivered as he ran his cold hand across her waist before fucking her again. Wonyoung watched hungrily but she knew it was Gaeul’s turn to be bred so she accepted it.

Gaeul scoffed. “Lucion’s a shadow, a ghost. He’s been hiding his true strength. But even then, I’m not worried. He’s as much of an outcast as the others. He’s not a part of our world.” she said trying to stifle her moans as Momotaro continued fucking her. Her walls clenched his rod tightly as she neared her own release.

“Exactly,” Wonyoung added, folding her arms. “He’s been lurking in the shadows, and we don’t even know what he’s capable of. But he’s not a threat until he shows his cards. And when he does, we’ll be ready to crush him just like the rest.” Momotaro exited Gaeul for a moment. She pouted but kept her complaints hidden.

Momotaro’s smirk deepened as he took a step toward the table, where a fresh glass of wine awaited him. He picked it up slowly, swirling it as he spoke. “I don’t fear him, but I respect that he’s dangerous. Unlike the others. The rest? They’re nothing but fodder.”

Gaeul’s eyes flickered with an unreadable expression as she looked toward Wonyoung. “And Tiberius?”

Momotaro’s gaze turned cold at the mention of the name, the edge of his smile faltering slightly. “He’s a joke. A farm boy with no true understanding of what it means to be a champion. He doesn’t belong here.”

Wonyoung raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure? He has that… something. Not the same as us. But there’s something there.”

Gaeul gave a short laugh. “Don’t let the unassuming act fool you. He’s just another body in the tournament. A warm-up for the real fight.”

Momotaro took a long drink of wine, the conversation falling into a brief, contemplative silence. His eyes narrowed as if contemplating something deeper. “Let’s make sure we don’t underestimate anyone… not even him. But for now, my focus is on Lucion. He’s the one to watch.”

The conversation turned to more idle chatter, but the underlying tension remained. Lucion—the only one they viewed as a genuine threat—hovered over their thoughts, even as they dismissed the rest of the competitors as beneath them.

At the same time Tibby’s was rediscovering himself with his new weapon. His mind unshackled by the burdens of others and their notions as he trained the weapon became an extension of himself its glow and radiance increasing as the hesitation and fear gave way to resolve and hope. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the training grounds. The air was thick with the sound of metal striking metal, as Tibby swung his newly acquired staff. It wasn’t just the rhythmic clang of his weapon that filled the air, but the undeniable energy that radiated from him. With every shift of his weapon, his movements were sharp, fluid, and somehow… full of life. The weapon morphed from tonfa to sais, then to a chain form with a fluidity that matched the rush of his energy.

Chowon stood at the side, her wide eyes following every shift in Tibby’s stance. She had known him as humble, reserved, even shy—but now, seeing him train, she noticed the spark in his eyes, the lively energy that emanated from him with every move. It was a side of him she hadn’t fully realized existed.

“Wow…” Chowon murmured, unable to tear her eyes away. “I had no idea you were so… intense.”

Tibby paused mid-swing, his expression bright and full of excitement. His usual soft demeanor gave way to an energetic grin as he caught sight of her watching him.

“Intense?” He chuckled, setting down the sais for a moment and walking over with a lively bounce in his step. “I’m just getting started! You should see me when I’m really fired up. But hey, gotta save my energy for tomorrow, right?”

Chowon blinked in surprise, her lips parting slightly as she processed his words. He wasn’t just humble—he was electric. The man who had appeared reserved and almost solemn was now speaking with a warmth, a fire, and a passion that she hadn’t seen before. He was clearly driven—more than she had anticipated—and somehow still managed to exude an extroverted energy that drew people in. She couldn’t help but smile in return.

Tibby’s grin only grew as he twirled his weapon in his hands, the kusarigama shifting back into its tonfa form. He raised an eyebrow at her, his voice teasing. “So, what? You thought I’d just stand there quietly in the corner? Nah. I’m here to make a splash! This tournament’s gonna feel like a breeze!”

He swung the tonfa with a sudden burst of speed, his movements so sharp they were almost impossible to track with the eye. His energy filled the space around him, creating a vibrant, unstoppable aura.

Chowon stood there, her mouth slightly agape, taken aback by the sheer enthusiasm he displayed. She’d seen others train with grit, with determination, but never quite with this much… joy. Tibby didn’t just fight to win—he fought because he wanted to, because he loved it.

“You’re amazing,” Chowon finally said, her voice filled with admiration. “It’s like… you’re completely alive in every move you make.”

Tibby paused for a moment, catching his breath, but still grinning widely. His eyes sparkled with the same energy as when he had first spoken. “What can I say? I love a good challenge! And tomorrow’s fight? I’m so ready for it, you don’t even know!”

His voice was brimming with excitement, and despite the looming uncertainty of the tournament ahead, his optimism seemed unstoppable. He wasn’t worried about the competition, nor the challenges they would throw at him. He wanted to be tested, to prove himself—because, at his core, he was a person who thrived on connection and the thrill of living.

“You really think you can win this, don’t you?” Chowon asked, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips, still in awe of his infectious energy.

Tibby’s expression softened slightly, but his smile never wavered. “Of course I do! I’m not just doing this for me—I’m doing it for everyone who’s ever doubted me, everyone who thought I’d just stay in the shadows. They’ll see who I really am when I step into that arena.”

His enthusiasm was contagious. For a brief moment, it felt as though his vibrant energy filled the whole field. Tibby wasn’t some quiet, reserved contestant in the background; he was alive, a force of nature, and his presence radiated through everything he did.

“Alright, I’m ready to go again. You ready to see some real action?” Tibby grinned, fully revved up and eager to continue his training.

Chowon laughed, shaking her head in amazement. “I think you’re more ready than anyone.”

He winked playfully as he picked up his weapon once more, ready to take on the challenge ahead. With every swing, every movement, Tibby’s energy only seemed to grow, and it was clear: He wasn’t just in the tournament to compete—he was here to make his mark, to prove his existence to others, and nothing could hold him back.

The tournament arrived the next day and Tibby's excitement was palpable. The introvert everyone had seen at the opening ceremony was gone in his place something different. A difference so great the other competitors didn't even recognize him.

He carried himself with the swagger of a champion and the hope of a saint. When interviewed he looked less the part of a hero and ever increasingly the part of the heel everyone loved to hate, yet he spoke with genuine warmth and kindness to those around making rooting against him satisfying but also watching him Electrifying.

The tournament arrived the next day, and the air was thick with anticipation. The arena buzzed with energy, but none more than the competitors themselves. Among them, Tiberius was a beacon of electricity, a stark contrast to the quiet, reserved man everyone had seen just a day prior. The introvert, the humble and shy participant from the opening ceremony, was gone. In his place stood someone altogether different—someone unrecognizable.

Tibby walked through the bustling halls with the swagger of a champion and the hope of a saint. His posture was upright, exuding the confidence of someone who had already claimed victory, even though the battle had yet to begin. His eyes sparkled with a fire that mirrored the glow of his weapon, and every step he took seemed to draw the attention of those around him. His presence was magnetic, impossible to ignore.

When the interviewers approached, they were taken aback. This was no longer the shy, humble man who had stumbled through the ceremony. No, this was someone far more captivating. The crowd, which had seen him as little more than a dark horse before, now watched in awe as he spoke. His voice rang with an infectious enthusiasm, his words flowing with a genuine warmth that resonated with everyone around him.

Despite his energy, there was an edge to him. A slight cockiness that made him impossible to root against, but impossible to ignore. He had become the heel—the antagonist everyone loved to hate—yet, at the same time, he made it thrilling to watch. He was the kind of competitor you couldn’t help but cheer for, even if you knew he was likely going to crush everyone in his path. His charisma was undeniable, and the audience ate it up.

When asked how he thought the fight would go, Tibby leaned forward slightly, his eyes glinting with fiery excitement. His words were more than just a prediction—they were a promise. “You ask me, the immortal king of the battlefield, how this fight will go?” His voice boomed across the arena, and the crowd leaned in closer, hanging on every word. “I’ll tell you. You are watching the beginning of the tale of Tiberius, the one who slices the heavens! The story that ends with my dramatic finale against the Champion King himself. I will dazzle, I will amaze, and I will terrify beyond all belief. Today is just step one.”

The crowd erupted in cheers, roaring with approval as his words rang out in the air. They saw something in him—something special. His spirit wasn’t just competitive; it was alive, vibrant, and ready to take on the world. His confidence was infectious, and they couldn’t help but get swept up in it.

Hulk, standing off to the side with Chowon, exchanged a glance. They both knew it in that moment. “He’s gonna go far,” they thought simultaneously, their minds both drawn to the same conclusion. They had seen potential before, but this was different. Tibby wasn’t just a contestant; he was a force of nature.

Meanwhile, in the preparation room, Momotaro fumed. His eyes narrowed as he watched Tibby on the screen, delivering his showmanship to the crowd. He had expected fodder—someone easy to brush aside, a mere stepping stone on his way to the championship. But what he saw before him unnerved him. Tibby had transformed. The self-doubt, the hesitation, the humble man who had seemed like an afterthought had vanished. In his place was a competitor who didn’t need tricks or deception. He didn’t need to scheme his way to victory. Tibby’s desire to face the challenge head-on, with pure strength and determination, sickened Momotaro.

“Heroes…” Momotaro muttered under his breath, his voice dripping with disdain. He turned away from the screen, clenching his fists in frustration. The very idea of someone actually enjoying this game Hulk had set up, of someone fighting for something beyond their own gain, disgusted him. In his eyes, the tournament was nothing more than a game of manipulation, a means to an end. Anyone who thought otherwise was naive.

Momotaro stood there in his preparation room, breathing deeply, trying to center himself. His mind, usually so calm and calculated, was now thrown off-kilter by Tibby’s unexpected transformation. The world he had carefully built, where he was the shining hero, the top contender, was suddenly thrown into chaos. And that made him angry.

He couldn’t shake the image of Tibby—how the crowd had responded to him, how Hulk and Chowon had looked at him with recognition, understanding, and even pride. It was clear. Tibby wasn’t just a threat—he was someone who could disrupt everything Momotaro had worked for. The tournament was no longer just about winning. It was about proving who was the strongest, and Tibby had just made it personal.

“Your legend ends today,” Momotaro muttered, his voice cold and filled with resolve. “I’ll show him just who he’s dealing with. No one gets to stand in my way.” He looked at his reflection in the mirror, a cold smirk curling on his lips. The hero of the tournament had a challenger now, and that challenger was someone who couldn’t be ignored. Tiberius had made himself a spectacle, and Momotaro hated it.

The opening match was simple. The top seeds versus the lowest seeds and that meant Tibby was facing off against Taro. The combatants entered the arena, and Tibby feed off the cheers as he hyped off the crowd before walking over to Momotaro. He attempted a handshake but Momotaro’s only words were

“Focus up clown,” Tibby unfettered nodded and got in a combat ready stance as he took out his weapon. The crowd marveled as it turned into a beautiful nagitana that glowed with the same infectious energy Tibby had. Momotaro grew frustrated as he unsheathed his sword.

He closed the distance on Tibby and clashed with the tip of his nagitana. What he didn't expect was for Tibby to shift the weapon to its chain form and bind both of his hands before dislodging his katana away from him. Momotaro realized then along with all 64 other competitors that Tiberius was going to be a problem. As Tibby removed the priority weapon from his foe he tripped him before shifting his weapon into its Kusagirama form and kicking up dust to obscure Momotaro’s vision. To keep Momotaro off his game he continued to move the sword out of reach as he would look for openings that guaranteed victory, but Momotaro kept his guard dodging and carefully keeping ready for Tibby to slip up in his pressure.

The crowd watched rivetted. Wonyoung and Gaeul’s excitement and terror watching their chosen champion filled them with so much emotion their masks slipped and they cheered with reckless abandon. Chowon noticed this and said.

“Huh I guess Tibby brings out the true self in everyone,” she thought. As she watched Tibby play his little game if keep away. She noticed the shift. She watched as instead of moving Momotaro’s weapon far out of reach that he was placing on the battlefield as he moved the katana closer and closer to Momotaro.

For those who could see magic Tibby was putting chi glyphs that made it so when they were activated they'd explode. However because this was a new trick of Tibby’s he lacked control over this power so for what he was planning he was going for a lethal shot. Hulk’s advisor of mages Baron Mordo noticed this and notified the Champion King. While Hulk admired Tibby’s ingenuity he needed to keep his competitors safe so he gestured for Tibby to stop the fight which Tibby and a few others caught but not everyone so Momotaro unaware and pushed to his limit by this bumpkin hit him with his greatest attack. “Scales of the demon!” he yelled as he slashed his katana at Tibby who was lacerated a total of 356 by the radiant blades. He collapsed and the ref called the victory for Momotaro as he also didn't see Hulk’s signal. After the match was just as hectic as the crew readied for the next fight.

The lounge buzzed with subdued energy as contestants gathered to debrief and decompress after the opening matches. Wonyoung and Gaeul sat in a quiet corner, their expressions composer but held feeling of awe and terror deep within. The screens replayed moments from the day’s most dramatic match—Momotaro versus Tiberius.

“That guy,” Gaeul began, her voice low and contemplative, “he’s not like anyone else here. Did you see how he fought?”

Wonyoung nodded, her arms crossed as she leaned back in her chair. Her usual composure had slipped during the fight, her cheers echoing among the crowd alongside the roar of thousands. Now, her tone was measured, almost clinical. “He didn’t just fight. He put on a show. Every move felt deliberate—not just to win, but to entertain. And the crowd ate it up.”

Gaeul gave a small laugh, though her nerves still showed. “I almost forgot we’re here to root for Momotaro. Tibby’s energy…it’s impossible to ignore.”

Before Wonyoung could reply, the door to the lounge opened with a sharp creak, and Momotaro strode in. His movements were stiff, his expression cold, yet there was a shadow of uncertainty in his eyes. The room fell quiet as he walked past the other contestants, all of whom watched him with a mix of respect and trepidation.

“Momotaro,” Wonyoung called out, her voice breaking the silence.

He stopped, glancing at her and Gaeul before walking over. “What is it?” he asked curtly, his voice tinged with irritation. Gaeul reaches put to soothe the man with her touch.

Wonyoung didn’t flinch under his glare. “How do you think it went? That fight wasn’t exactly clean.”

Momotaro’s jaw tightened, his hands balling into fists at his sides. “I won,” he said flatly.

“Sure,” Gaeul interjected, her voice unusually sharp. “But look at him.” She gestured toward the screen, which now showed Tibby being carried off by medics, his bloodied body a testament to Momotaro’s finishing blow.

“He’ll live. he shouldn't though that blow should have been fatal” Momotaro snapped, though the defensiveness in his tone betrayed him.

“That’s not the point,” Wonyoung said, her eyes narrowing. “You saw it just like we did. Tibby didn’t fight like someone who was out of his league. He pushed you. Hard. And that was round one. He’s going through the loser’s bracket now, but if he makes it back to you…” She trailed off, letting the implication hang in the air.

Momotaro scoffed, though the unease in his posture was unmistakable. “He’s reckless. Flashy. That kind of fighting only works until someone with actual skill shuts it down.”

Gaeul leaned forward, her gaze piercing. “And yet, you had to use Scales of the Demon to stop him. Against the lowest seed.”

The words hit their mark, and Momotaro’s scowl deepened. He glanced at the screen again, his mind replaying the fight. Tibby’s unorthodox tactics, his shifting weapon forms, the calculated placement of the katana—everything about the match had been a puzzle, one he’d only barely managed to solve. And the crowd’s reaction…

“Everyone’s talking about him,” Wonyoung continued. “They’re calling him a genius. A wildcard. Even Hulk looked impressed.”

Momotaro’s eyes flicked to her, his expression dark. “You’re saying you’re rooting for him now?”

“No,” Wonyoung said, her voice steady, and her expression matching his as if scoff that he would challenge her loyalty again. “We’re still in your corner. But you need to take him seriously. If he gets another shot at you, he won’t make the same mistakes.”

“And neither will I,” Momotaro said firmly, though his words felt more like a promise to himself than to them.

Gaeul sighed, leaning back in her chair. “You’d better not. Because the way things are going, Tibby’s not just going to be a problem for you—he’s going to be a problem for everyone.”

Momotaro said nothing, his gaze fixed on the screen as the replay shifted to Tibby’s dramatic introduction before the match. The crowd’s cheers echoed faintly through the lounge, and for the first time, Momotaro felt a flicker of doubt.

He turned abruptly, walking toward the training room without another word. If he was going to beat Tibby he would have to train 3 times as hard as he did.

Wonyoung watched him go, her expression unreadable. “Do you think he gets it?” she asked Gaeul.

Gaeul shrugged. “Who knows? But one thing’s for sure.”

“What’s that?”

Gaeul smiled faintly, though there was no humor in her eyes. “If Tibby keeps fighting like that, this tournament’s about to get a lot more interesting.”

The impact of the first match overshadowed every following match much to Levithan’s Chagrin.

“The winners should be the focus,” he thought to himself before getting ready for his interview. The camera panned to Leviathan, who sat with his arms crossed, his lengthy frame nearly dwarfing the chair beneath him. His crimson scale mail shimmered under the lights of the press room, and his deep, steady breathing hinted at the restrained power within. The reporters eagerly leaned forward, microphones thrust in his direction, eager for a soundbite from the victorious warrior.

“Leviathan,” one reporter began, her voice bright but professional. “First of all, congratulations on your win. Another dominant performance. But if we may, we’d like your thoughts on the match earlier today between Momotaro and Tiberius. It’s all anyone can talk about right now.”

Leviathan’s eyes, cold and calculating, shifted toward the reporter. He took a moment to exhale slowly, as if weighing his words.

“It was… revealing,” he rumbled, his voice deep and deliberate, like the shifting of tectonic plates. “Not in the way most people think.”

A murmur swept through the room. The reporter pressed on. “Could you elaborate? What did it reveal to you?”

Leviathan’s gaze turned steely. “Tibby’s fight wasn’t just about winning or losing. It was a declaration. A challenge. And he succeeded in one thing: showing everyone, including Momotaro, that the rules of this tournament don’t apply to him.”

Another reporter jumped in. “Do you mean his unconventional weapon techniques? Or the chi glyphs?”

Leviathan allowed a small, humorless smirk to play across his face. “The weapon shifts, the traps, the strategy—that’s all surface level. What matters is the intent. Tibby doesn’t fight to defeat his opponent. He fights to expose them. To unravel them. And Momotaro?” Leviathan paused, letting the tension build. “He unraveled.”

The room fell silent, save for the frantic scribbling of notes.

“But Momotaro won,” another reporter countered, trying to challenge the narrative. “Doesn’t that count for something?”

Leviathan leaned forward, his crimson eyes locking onto the reporter like a predator sizing up prey. “Does it? Look at the aftermath. Momotaro isn’t celebrating. He’s not basking in victory. He’s shaken. Questioning himself. And that’s what makes Tibby dangerous. He lost the fight, but he’s still in the tournament. And now everyone knows what he’s capable of.”

The murmurs grew louder. Someone else asked, “What about the role of the officials? Hulk tried to stop the fight, but it seems like his signal came too late. Do you think that played a part in what happened?”

Leviathan’s expression darkened slightly, and his massive tail shifted behind him, the only sign of his annoyance. “Mistakes happen. Hulk’s job is to keep order, but Tibby? Tibby thrives in chaos. Even if the fight had stopped earlier, the damage was done. Momotaro’s psyche, the crowd’s perception, the other competitors’ calculations—Tibby’s chaos reached them all.”

The original reporter spoke up again, cautiously. “And what about you, Leviathan? If you face Tibby in the future, what’s your strategy?”

Leviathan let out a low, rumbling chuckle that reverberated through the room. “Tibby’s clever, but I’m no Momotaro. I don’t get rattled, and I don’t play into someone else’s game. If he tries to unravel me, he’ll find himself staring into the abyss instead.”

The reporters nodded, some murmuring their approval at the confident answer. But Leviathan wasn’t done.

“One more thing,” he said, his tone dropping to something almost ominous. “Tibby said he was here to beat Hulk. That’s a bold claim. But what he doesn’t realize is this: if he wants to climb to the top, he has to go through me first.”

With that, Leviathan stood, his towering form casting a long shadow across the room. The press erupted in questions, but he gave them no further response. Instead, he turned and walked away, his tail swishing with the slow, deliberate movements of someone who knew his power—and didn’t feel the need to prove it.

Later as the legend of Tiberius who slices the heavens spread Lucion sat on the edge of his bed, rolling the hilt of his sword between his hands. His usually calm demeanor was strained, the sharp lines of his face deepened with thought. Yerim lounged nearby, perched between his legs. Her lucious lips slowly rake across his manhood. sThe moonlight framed her figure, her presence an anchor in the storm of his thoughts.

“So?” Yerim’s voice was teasing but gentle, as she slowly worked along his shaft wit her skilled fingers like the wind brushing through a quiet forest. “What’s running through that big, brilliant mind of yours?”she said as she began bobbing on his cock again

He sighed, his shoulders sagging slightly. “I can’t stop replaying their fight. Tibby was…” He paused, searching for the right word.

“Unexpected?” she offered as she came for air.

Lucion nodded. “And dangerous. More dangerous than anyone gave him credit for. His adaptability, the way he manipulated the battlefield—it’s not just skill. It’s instinct. And instinct like that can’t be taught.”

Yerim tilted her head, studying him as she stroked his rod some more. “You’re worried.”

He chuckled softly, though the sound lacked its usual warmth. “I wouldn’t say worried. Cautious, maybe. Tibby isn’t like the others I’ve faced. He doesn’t just fight; he thinks. Every move he made was calculated to throw Momotaro off balance.”

“And it worked,” Yerim said, her voice soft. “Until it didn’t.”

Lucion frowned, his grip tightening on the sword hilt. Yerim tried to calm him by sucking deeper than usual but Lucion was inconsolable, “Momotaro’s strength is brute force. He overpowered Tibby in the end, but it was close. Too close. If Hulk hadn’t tried to intervene, who knows how far Tibby’s plan would have gone? That kusarigama trick with the chi glyphs—he could’ve ended the match right there if he’d had more control over his magic.”

Yerim’s tongue slid off the of Lucion’s dick as she began to lick his frenulum, her pace slow and deliberate. She knelt in front of him, placing a hand on his knee. “You’re not Momotaro, Lucion. You don’t rely on brute force. You see the battlefield better than anyone. That’s why you’re still here.”

He looked at her, his expression softening slightly. “You always know what to say.”

“It’s a gift,” she said with a playful smile. Then her expression grew serious. “But you’re right to be cautious. Tibby’s next fight is with you, and he’s not going to come in the same way. He learns too fast for that.”

Lucion placed the sword down beside him, resting his hands on his knees. “The key will be keeping him from dictating the flow of the fight. He thrives on momentum, on keeping his opponent reacting instead of acting.”

“Then take the initiative,” Yerim suggested. “Force him to fight on your terms. You’re a tactician, Lucion. Use that. Make him chase you, and when he slips…”

“…I’ll finish it,” Lucion said, his voice filled with quiet determination. As he spoke he came all over Yerim’s face. She giggled happy to serve her man

Yerim smiled, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “That’s the Lucion I know. Just don’t underestimate him. If you do…”

“I won’t,” he interrupted, his tone firm. “Tibby’s dangerous, but I know how to handle danger.”

Yerim stood, her confidence in him evident in the way she carried herself. “Good. Because I have no intention of watching you lose to some upstart with a flashy weapon and a knack for showmanship.”

Lucion smirked, standing to face her. “You don’t think I’d let him get the better of me, do you?”

“I think,” Yerim said, leaning in close, her voice a whisper against his ear, “that you’re going to show everyone why you belong at the top.”

Lucion nodded, her words igniting a spark of confidence within him. “He won’t know what hit him.”

“Now that’s the spirit,” Yerim said with a grin. “Just don’t let him turn this into a spectacle. Keep your head in the fight, and it’s yours.”

As she stepped back toward the window, Lucion watched her, his mind clearing as her words settled. He wasn’t Momotaro, and this wasn’t about brute strength. It was about strategy, precision, and control. And those were the things he excelled at.

Tibby may have made himself a threat, but Lucion was ready to remind him—and everyone else—why he was a contender.

Unsure about his interference in the tournament Hulk went to the people’s Champion infirmary room Tibby sat in the medical bay, his arms covered in bandages and his chest wrapped tight to stem the lingering pain from Momotaro’s brutal final attack. Despite the searing ache of his wounds, his expression was far from defeated. His eyes, sharp and calculating, were fixed on the notepad in his lap, where hastily scribbled notes and diagrams painted a chaotic tapestry of strategy. Hulk sat silent for a moment and watched Tiberius sketch and scribble.

Hulk entered the room, his towering frame casting a long shadow over the flickering glow of the medical monitors. His usual confidence was tempered, replaced by a somber expression as he approached Tibby’s bedside.

“Tibby,” Hulk began, his deep voice quieter than usual.

Tibby glanced up, raising an eyebrow. “Hulk, what brings you to the infirmary? I thought champions didn’t make house calls.”

Hulk crossed his arms, leaning against the doorway. “I came to apologize.”

That made Tibby pause, setting the notepad aside as he regarded the Champion King with curiosity. “For what?”

“For not stopping the fight when I should have,” Hulk admitted. “I saw where it was headed. I signaled for the referee to call it, but I didn’t act fast enough. You took a beating because I hesitated. That’s on me.”

Tibby blinked, then let out a short laugh that turned into a wince. “Ow—don’t make me laugh right now. These ribs are still protesting.” He shook his head, his tone light but sincere. “You’ve got nothing to apologize for, Hulk. This is a tournament, not a tea party. Things get rough. I knew what I was signing up for when I stepped into that ring.”

Hulk frowned. “Still, it wasn’t fair. If you’d had time to refine that technique of yours, things might’ve gone differently.”

Tibby leaned back, a faint grin tugging at his lips despite the pain. “Maybe. But fair doesn’t win fights, does it? And let’s be honest—Momotaro needed that win more than I did. Did you see the look in his eyes? I’m living rent-free in his head now.”

Hulk couldn’t help but chuckle at that, though his expression remained thoughtful. “You’re not angry?”

Tibby shook his head. “Nah. Losing’s just part of the game. Besides, I’m not out yet. The loser’s bracket is just another chance to prove myself. And I’ve already started working on my approach for the next fight.” He tapped his notepad, where diagrams of his kusarigama and notes on potential opponents filled the page. “Momotaro was step one. Whoever’s next? They’ll get the refined version of me.”

Hulk studied him, his keen eyes taking in every detail—the lack of resentment, the unwavering focus, the confidence that bordered on dangerous. “You really believe you’ll make it back to the finals?”

Tibby met his gaze, his grin turning sharp. “Oh, I’m not just making it back. I’m going to win this thing. And after that? I’m coming for you.”

Hulk froze for a moment, the weight of those words sinking in. He wasn’t easily intimidated—he’d faced countless challengers before—but something about the calm certainty in Tibby’s voice sent a chill down his spine. It wasn’t arrogance. It was conviction.

“Well,” Hulk said after a beat, his tone measured, “I’ll be waiting.”

Tibby leaned forward slightly, the movement making his bandages creak. “Don’t wait too long, Hulk. You might find yourself surprised.”

Hulk turned to leave, pausing at the doorway. “You’re a dangerous man, Tibby. I can see why the crowd loves you. Just don’t let that spark burn out too soon.”

Tibby smirked, picking up his notepad again. “Oh, don’t worry. The fire’s only just getting started.”

As Hulk walked away, his mind churned with conflicting thoughts. Tibby wasn’t just another competitor. He was something more—something unpredictable, unshakable, and undeniably formidable.

For the first time in a long time, Hulk found himself wondering if the Champion King might finally have met his match.

Praetorius reclined on a plush chaise in his private quarters, the dim lighting casting soft shadows over the royal decor. His long coat was draped carelessly over a chair, and a half-empty glass of wine rested on the table beside him. Across the room, Hanni perched on the edge of a velvet armchair, her delicate features glowing with curiosity as she twirled a lock of hair around her finger. Her nude form shined in the dimly lit room

“So,” she began, her voice teasing yet thoughtful, “what’s the verdict, oh great king? Did Momotaro barely scrape by, or was Tibby really just that unlucky?”

Praetorius smirked, swirling his wine as he considered her question. “A little of both, my dear consort,” he replied, his tone smooth as silk. “Momotaro’s victory wasn’t without merit—his precision and resolve are undeniable. But Tibby…” He paused, letting the name linger in the air. “Tibby is a different breed of fighter. What we witnessed wasn’t a loss—it was a declaration of intent.”

Hanni tilted her head, intrigued. “A declaration? You make it sound like he wanted to lose.”

“Not at all,” Praetorius corrected, setting his glass down. “Tibby doesn’t strike me as the type to settle for second place. No, what he did was far more dangerous. He forced everyone—Momotaro, the crowd, the judges—to recognize him. Even in defeat, he controlled the narrative. It’s a rare skill, and one that will serve him well in the matches to come.”

Hanni leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. “You really think he’s that much of a threat? I mean, Momotaro did take him down.”

Praetorius chuckled, the sound low and rich. “My dear Hanni, you underestimate the power of perception. Momotaro may have won the battle, but Tibby won the crowd. Every move he made—the way he wielded his weapon, the audacity of his strategies—it was all designed to leave an impression. And it worked. By the time he’s healed and ready to fight again, his opponents won’t just be facing his skills. They’ll be facing the legend he’s already begun to craft.”

Hanni’s lips curled into a thoughtful smile. “You sound like you’re rooting for him.”

“Rooting? Not quite,” Praetorius said, his smirk widening. “But I do appreciate a well-played game. Tibby’s a wild card, and wild cards have a way of disrupting even the best-laid plans. It’s… fascinating to watch.”

Hanni rose from her seat, crossing the room to sit beside him on the chaise. “So what’s your plan, then? Sit back and enjoy the chaos? Or do you have something more… involved in mind?”

Praetorius turned to her, his gaze sharp and knowing. “Chaos, my dear, is a tool like any other. And a good strategist knows how to wield every tool at his disposal. Let Tibby and Momotaro dance their little dance. I’ll step in when the moment is right.”

Hanni arched an eyebrow, her expression equal parts amused and intrigued. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Only when I want to be,” he quipped, leaning back with a satisfied sigh. “Now, tell me—what did you think of the fight? I trust your keen eyes caught something I missed.”

Hanni grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, I saw plenty. But if you want my insights, you’ll have to earn them.”

Praetorius laughed, a deep, genuine sound that filled the room. “You drive a hard bargain, my dear. Very well. Enlighten me.”

Hanni leaned back against the chaise, stretching like a cat before fixing Praetorius with a knowing smile. “Alright, here’s the thing about that fight,” she began, her tone light but sharp with observation. “Everyone’s focused on the big moves—the flashy techniques, the weapons, the crowd reactions. But that’s not what stood out to me.”

“Oh?” Praetorius folded his hands in his lap, his expression interested but unreadable. “Enlighten me, my insightful muse.”

Hanni rolled her eyes at the nickname but continued. “It’s Tibby’s rhythm. The way he fought wasn’t about power or even precision—it was about setting a pace and forcing Momotaro to follow it. Every shift in his weapon’s form wasn’t just an attack, it was like he was conducting a symphony. And for a while, Momotaro was dancing to his tune.”

Praetorius tilted his head, considering her words. “Interesting. So you’re saying Tibby wasn’t just reacting—he was leading?”

“Exactly.” Hanni’s eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. “Even when it looked like Momotaro had the upper hand, Tibby was setting him up. Moving the katana closer and closer? That wasn’t just strategy, that was psychological warfare. He wanted Momotaro to think he was slipping. It’s just… well, Tibby got a little too clever for his own good. Those chi glyphs were brilliant, but he couldn’t control them. And that’s what cost him the fight.”

Praetorius chuckled softly. “Ah, hubris. The Achilles’ heel of every would-be genius. But you’re right—it was a fascinating strategy. One misstep, and it could’ve been Momotaro lying in the dirt instead of Tibby.”

Hanni nodded, her expression growing more serious. “And that’s the thing—Tibby doesn’t need to win to get under someone’s skin. He’s already in Momotaro’s head, rent-free. Did you see how rattled he was, even after the fight? That humble, stoic hero act is cracking , and everyone knows it.”

Praetorius let out a low hum of approval. “You’re sharper than you look, my dear.”

“Of course I am,” Hanni shot back, sticking out her tongue. “I watch more than just the showy moves. Like how Momotaro wasn’t the only one who cracked. Did you notice Wonyoung and Gaeul in the crowd?”

Praetorius raised an eyebrow. “Go on.”

“They were so caught up in the fight, they dropped their usual composure. They weren’t just watching—they were cheering, yelling, feeling. And Chowon noticed, too. She might play it cool, but I saw her smirk. Tibby’s chaos doesn’t just disrupt fighters—it pulls everyone into his orbit. Even the spectators.”

Praetorius leaned forward, his fingers steepled as he processed her insights. “So what you’re saying,” he said slowly, “is that Tibby isn’t just a fighter. He’s a force of nature. A disruptor.”

Hanni grinned, pleased that he was catching on. “No worse. He is a spectacle. And spectacles are dangerous, because you can’t predict what they’ll do next. That’s why Momotaro’s win doesn’t feel like a win. It feels like Tibby just laid the groundwork for something bigger. Another showstopper as it were.”

Praetorius’s smirk returned, his mind already spinning with possibilities. “A very astute analysis, my dear. Perhaps I should take you into my confidence more often.”

“You should,” Hanni replied breezily. “I’m smarter than half the people you surround yourself with. And cuter.”

“Undeniably true,” Praetorius said, lifting his wineglass in a mock toast. “To your insights—and to the chaos yet to come.”

Hanni clinked her imaginary glass with his, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Here’s to that. Let’s see how much more trouble Tibby stirs up.”

The infirmary smelled faintly of antiseptic and herbs, the sharp tang softened by the dim lighting and the quiet hum of activity. Chowon pushed the door open, her steps hesitant as she glanced around. Her heart had been tight in her chest since the match, her mind racing with what she might say when she saw Tibby. She hadn’t expected him to take the beating so well—or to see him sitting on the bed, entirely healed, casually tossing a small orb of light from one hand to the other.

“Tibby?” she called softly, stepping into the room.

He looked up, his grin as bright as ever, though his eyes carried the weight of someone who had been through far more than his expression let on. “Chowon! Fancy seeing you here. Thought you’d be off celebrating Momotaro’s big win.”

Her brow furrowed as she approached him. “Don’t start with that. I came to see you.”

“Me?” He tossed the orb one last time and caught it, letting the light fade from his hand. “I’m fine. See? Not a scratch on me.”

“That’s not the point.” Chowon crossed her arms, standing just a few feet from him now. Her gaze softened as she took him in—whole, unharmed, and still as infuriatingly carefree as ever. “Tibby, you scared me out there. I thought…” She trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

Tibby tilted his head, his grin fading as he noticed the worry etched into her features. “Hey,” he said, his voice dropping to something quieter, more sincere. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

Chowon bit her lip, her emotions threatening to spill over. “You didn’t just worry me. You… you made it impossible to look away. The way you fought, the way you moved—it was like you were trying to carry the whole arena on your shoulders. Why do you push yourself like that?”

Tibby sighed, leaning back on his hands. “It’s not about pushing myself. It’s about showing everyone what I can do. People see me as some loudmouth clown with a flashy weapon, but I’ve got more than jokes and tricks. That match was my way of proving it.”

“And nearly getting yourself killed was part of that plan?” she shot back, her voice trembling.

He looked at her for a long moment, the usual spark in his eyes dimmed. “I knew the risks,” he said finally. “But I’m not here to play it safe, Chowon. I’m here to win. And sometimes that means taking hits, making people believe I’m down before I show them I’m not.”

Her arms dropped to her sides, and she took another step closer. “But at what cost, Tibby? What if next time, you don’t get up?”

Tibby’s grin returned, softer this time. “Then I guess I’ll have to make sure there isn’t a next time, huh?”

Chowon huffed, her frustration mingling with relief. Without thinking, she reached out and placed a hand on his arm, the warmth of his skin grounding her. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Yeah,” he said, his voice dipping lower, more intimate. “But you’re still here.”

Her breath caught at his words, and for a moment, the world outside the infirmary seemed to fade away. Tibby turned his arm slightly, letting his hand rest over hers.

“I’ll be careful,” he said, his tone uncharacteristically serious. “For you.”

Chowon’s lips curved into a small, reluctant smile. “You better be.”

They stayed like that for a moment, their fingers lightly brushing as a quiet understanding passed between them. Tibby might be reckless, but here, in this moment, he was grounded—by her, and maybe for her.

“Alright,” he said, breaking the silence but not moving away. “Since I’m all healed up, what do you say we get out of here? I could use some fresh air, and I’m guessing you could use some company that doesn’t have a death wish.”

Chowon laughed softly, shaking her head. “Fine. But only if you promise not to do anything stupid for at least one day.”

Tibby smirked as he stood, their hands lingering together for a beat longer before he let go. “Deal. One day of no stupid.”

As they left the infirmary together, the weight of the earlier fight began to lift, replaced by the quiet comfort of knowing they didn’t have to face what came next alone.

The smell of melted cheese and garlic wafted through the air as Tibby and Chowon sat across from each other in a small, cozy pizzeria just outside the tournament grounds. The place was lively but not overwhelming, a perfect retreat from the chaos of the arena. A half-eaten pepperoni and mushroom pizza sat between them, the grease glistening under the warm light.

Tibby leaned back in his chair, one hand resting lazily on the table as he polished off his slice. “You know,” he said between bites, “there’s nothing quite like a good pizza after almost dying in front of thousands of people.”

Chowon gave him a pointed look, though a smile tugged at her lips. “If you’re trying to make me lose my appetite, you’re doing a great job.”

He grinned, grabbing another slice. “C’mon, you’ve gotta admit, it makes the pizza taste better. Like a victory meal, even though I technically lost.”

“Technically?” she teased, raising an eyebrow.

“Okay, fine, definitely lost,” Tibby conceded with a shrug. “But I made my point. And now, I’ve got Lucion to worry about.”

Chowon set her slice down, her expression turning thoughtful. “Lucion’s no joke, Tibby. He’s precise, calculating. He doesn’t make mistakes.”

Tibby nodded, his demeanor shifting slightly. “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about that. He’s the kind of guy who waits for you to slip up, then takes you apart piece by piece. But that’s the thing—he’s all about reacting. If I don’t give him the chance to counter, I might be able to throw him off his game.”

Chowon tilted her head, watching him closely. “So, what’s the plan?”

Tibby leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Speed. Lucion likes to control the pace, but if I keep things fast—keep him guessing—I might be able to catch him off guard. And I’ve been working on a couple of new tricks. The key is making him think he’s in control when he’s not.”

Chowon’s lips curved into a small smile. “You’re really taking this seriously.”

“Of course I am,” Tibby said, his voice softening. “Lucion’s not just another opponent. He’s a test. If I can beat him, it proves I belong here.”

Chowon reached out, her hand brushing against his on the table. “You already proved that today. Whether you beat Lucion or not, you’ve shown everyone what you’re capable of.”

Tibby looked at her, the usual playfulness in his eyes replaced by something more genuine. “Thanks, Chowon. That means a lot, coming from you.”

She gave his hand a gentle squeeze before pulling back. “Just promise me you’ll stick to your plan and not do anything reckless. You don’t have to win every fight by being the flashiest guy in the room.”

Tibby chuckled, grabbing another slice. “No promises. But I’ll try to keep the stupid to a minimum. For you.”

Chowon rolled her eyes, but her smile lingered. As they continued eating, the tension from the day’s events slowly melted away, replaced by the easy camaraderie and quiet understanding they shared. Whatever challenges lay ahead, Tibby knew he had someone in his corner—and that made all the difference.

[eyeswaitingfortuesdaynight]

i've changed my mind, i don't want the sydney dome to fall first, i want it to be the london dome

top performing domes at the constellation banquet were seoul, washington, moscow, and new delhi. japan is mentioned a lot due to the peaceland arc, china has their own incarnation that ends up on the final battlefield, the uk and italy are both mentioned in passing in the early parts of the novel.

while the domes may have sprung up over the current capitals of their respective countries, the fact that europe has at least three confirmed domes and japan has their own dome tells me the dome placement is not about population or proximity, but rather culture.

all the countries noted in the novel to have domes have very distinct cultures - it's even mentioned in the novel that the early scenarios are specifically for historical constellations, which would mostly be in the dome. afaik, there's no mention of domes in what can be considered the global south (south and central america, africa, oceania) plus the middle east? (save for the existence of papyrus as a nebula, but no actual domes or incarnations afaik) this might be an indication of unconcious authorial bias (irl or in-canon - both can apply, i've noticed most asian authors, when not focusing on their own countries, focus on asia, america and europe, in order) and might also be an indication of just how difficult the scenarios are in general. i suspect earth might have more domes than average due to the diversity of cultures or maybe even due to the large population. other planets/worlds i'm aware of existing in the novel don't have domes, so we have a sample size of one on this (as usual for astrobiology lol)

focus on culture indicates the domes might cover the culture of several countries or an entire region, just as they may have multiple in one region (america vs europe). i can't imagine canada has a seperate dome due to the shared history and culture with the usa. ditto korea - north korea has only existed for 70-ish years? can't imagine justifying splitting the korean penninsula constellations between seoul dome and a hypothetical pyongyang dome.

(side note: the fact that north korea hasn't started shit while the literal apocalypse is happening indicates to me that, on top of assassinating the top brass of every country, the dokkaebi probably stole all the nukes too. star stream seems in general very set on having either it or incarnations decide the fate of planets - non-incarnations are not allowed to sway things in major ways or they get their heads blown up)

....anyway, australia and new zealand probably have a consolidated cultural dome in sydney. but australia in general has a reputation for being badass and scary af. rather than having sydney fall, it would be much funnier to have london fall first. a new version of the rhyme can happen lol

🎶 london dome is falling down, falling down, falling down~ 🎶

[aquariuminfobureau]

The guppy, Lebistes reticulata, is a popular poecilid toothcarp native to the Guyanas in northern South America, as well as adjacent Trinidad and Tobago, and nearby parts of Brazil. Because the word 'guppy' is likewise applied to similar species, L. reticulata may be distinguished as the Trinidadian guppy, being native but not endemic to that island, that was formerly connected to the Guyanas when the sea level was lower. Other Caribbean populations of this species appear to originate from human assisted dispersals.

Wether indigenous or introduced, guppies are found in varied natural environments such as turbid ponds to clear streams. Most typically in their natural range, they are found in freshwater streams close to the coast. Commonly they are more numerous in the shallows of pools and streams, with fewer individuals being present in deeper water. As a behaviorally flexible species with good environmental tolerance, guppies have adapted to colonize and thrive in anthropogenic environments, such as irrigation ditches. Their presence in brackish environments is long since noted, but it is secondary to their presence in freshwater.

Beyond this, the guppy has been widely introduced around the world as a predator of larval mosquitos, one of a few fishes deliberately favored for this purpose. They have also been released by aquarists. Guppies have now colonised dozens of countries where the climate is suitable. For example they are introduced into northern to southern Africa, South and East Asia, mainland and insular Southeast Asia, Hawaii, Australia, New Guinea, Columbia, and Mediterranean Europe. Once it is introduced to a locality, the guppy can double its populations size in around a years time, and then begin to expand into surrounding areas.

Wild female guppies are uniformly grey, and are both longer and deeper bodied than the male fish. Male guppies display polymorphic color patterns, specifically combinations of black, white, orange, yellow, green and iridescent spots, lines and speckles. This species has also been bred into various ornamental color and finnage morphs, a variety of which are very widely traded. Interestingly, female fish belonging to certain domesticated morphs, may express colour and patterns that are normally only present in males, especially in their caudal region. Juvenile guppies resemble females and are independent from birth.

Often the guppy is regarded as a species within the bloated genus Poecilia, but such a usage of that genus is phenetically too disparate to be informative, and if it is monophyletic, it would need to include monophyletic clades for which good genus names are already available. Some confusion does exist wether the guppy genus, is correctly Lebistes or Acanthophacelus. In any case, the guppy is quite a different fish than the related, and more specialised mollies.

Whatever nomenclature is correct, these fish definitely display strong sexual dimorphism in their size, as well as their coloration. Male guppies are the smaller sex, growing in the wild to 1.5 to 2 centimeters, whereas the females grow to 2 to 2.5 centimeters long. Thus wild guppies measure between 1/2 and inch, and 1 inch. Domesticated morphs are under selection for visual impact, so they are generally less diminutive than their wild progenitors. Typically males of domesticated guppy varieties, are at least 2.5 centimeters or 1 inch long, and females are 4 to 6 centimeters, or about 1 and a 1/2 to over 2 inches.

Viviparity is rare in fishes, although it has evolved independently in a number of fish clades. The best studied and most internationally familiar of the viviparous or livebearing fishes, are the killifishes called poecilid toothcarp. Of all the recognized poecilids, which evolved in North American waters before the Panamanian land bridge formed, only one species spawns externally, following internal fertilization. Like viviparity, the latter itself is rare and has sporadically evolved among fishes. Without internal fertilization, the subsequent evolution of viviparous birth, would have been impossible.

One of the ways in which male and female guppies may be distinguished, is that as in other poecilid fishes, the male sex posses anal fins that have modified by natural selection, into a slender structure known as the gonopodium. This is a kind of penis facilitating penetrative sex, and therefore internal fertilization, which improve the chances of the male fish fertilizing the ova of a female. Internal fertilization in poecilid fishes is thought to have evolved because of sperm competition between the males.

Wild guppies are essentially insectivorous, also eating foods such as benthic microalgae and general detritus. In wild environments their dietary composition may vary by the season. Guppies are best considered as omnivorous, broad spectrum feeders. This fact together with their environmental tolerances, has enabled the species a great deal of success, where it has been translocated into suitably warm environments by human agency. In cooler countries such as New Zealand, introduced guppies survive only if introduced to environments such as warm springs

The environments where guppies flourish can be a little on the warm side, and in experimental condition, they grow optimally at 28 degrees centigrade. However the temperature in their natural habitat, may vary over the course of a day, to around 7 degrees at some localities, so guppies have naturally evolved a wide tolerance of ambient water temperature. In their wild habitats they experience temperatures of 20 to 29 degrees, and sometimes higher.

Although specific guppy populations have adapted to habitats where temperatures may be 40 degrees, this is atypical, and even with acclimatization, the temperature should never be allowed to rise so high. Temperatures of even 32 degrees are harmful and potentially lethal to guppies, and they almost all die at 39 degrees. Towards the lower end of their tolerances, temperatures that are permanently as low as 20 degrees are suboptimal, and 15 degrees is their lower limit. So it may be said that guppies are truly tropical fishes, preferring a temperature of 24 to 29 degrees.

Guppies are also inhabitants of both fresh and brackish waters. They typically inhabit waters with a salinity below 10 ppt, and of course, they thrive in freshwater. However with acclimatization, they do fine at higher water salinities of even 25 ppt. Nonetheless, in at least some environments where they are native, guppies are less common downstream of where the tide influences salinity. Probably competition with other, related species, and certain types of predation, influence their native distribution. They are proven to tolerate a water pH value between 5 and 9, but a neutral pH seems to be optimal.

Guppies are by now traditional community fishes, having been bred in aquarium settings for generations. In fact their prolific breeding may be a problem, when males and females are cohabited together. Keeping guppies together in small numbers seems to make them more aggressive, than when larger numbers of them are housed together. Live plants growth helps to prevent aggression, and will help any newborns to survive, until they are too large to be preyed on. Guppies themselves sometimes eat babies of their own species, but this is not especially frequent.

When males and females are housed together, the females ought to outnumber the males. And their presence will make the males more boisterous towards one another, with biting and chasing behaviors, that can damage their fins and this sometimes leads to infections. Males may also sexually harass the female fish. But the personality trait of aggressiveness varies in this species, and depending on the individual fishes, its actually possible to keep only male guppies together, without the presence of females to stir competition.

Guppy males are not the only fishes to have long, colorful fins. For this reason conflict can arise between guppies and Siamese fighting fishes, in which situations the latter gouramies are dominant, and can kill the guppies. In the aquarium guppies can become the targets of fin nipping behaviors by other species, being slow swimmers, making them an easy, and also a visually obvious target. Fortunately though, although certain unusually aggressive male guppies are an exception to the rule of thumb, guppies are peaceful towards other fish species.

In fairly recent years the Trinidad guppy has been joined in the aquarium trade, by a related but disputed species, L. wingei, the Endler's guppy. There are differences between L. wingei and archetypical L. reticulata, including body shape, but the ordinary guppy can be variable. The two species are thus so similar, that some writers have regarded L. wingei as a race or subspecies of L. reticulata, one that is localized in northern Venezuela and deserving of conservation. Certainly both species of Lebistes produce fertile hybrids, and as with human races, no easy delineation of the two morphs can be made. The truth is that L. reticulata is in nature a variable fish, which is why they can be bred into different morphs so easily in captivity.

[starseedfxofficial]

Mastering the MACD on EURAUD: The Hidden Tactics That Separate Pros from Amateurs The MACD Strategy Traders Overlook (And How to Exploit It on EURAUD) Trading EURAUD with the MACD indicator is like having a secret cheat code—except most traders use it like a hammer instead of a scalpel. They focus on basic crossovers and ignore the hidden layers that truly give an edge. If you’ve ever felt like your MACD strategy works half the time (or worse, leaves you watching profits slip through your fingers like a bad soap opera plot twist), it’s time to rethink how you approach this powerhouse indicator. Let’s dive deep into next-level MACD strategies, rare EURAUD opportunities, and underground methods that even seasoned traders overlook. Why EURAUD? The Volatility Sweet Spot Most Ignore Before we dissect MACD, let’s talk about why EURAUD is a trader’s dream (if you know what you’re doing). Unlike the major pairs, EURAUD has a tendency to swing wide, giving traders ample room to catch trends. It thrives on economic data shocks from both the Eurozone and Australia—meaning if you can anticipate moves, you can ride them for massive gains. Underground Edge: Most traders fixate on EURUSD or GBPUSD, where big institutional players manipulate price action. EURAUD, on the other hand, often moves cleaner due to its lower liquidity and higher volatility. This makes it prime for advanced MACD strategies. The Common MACD Mistake That’s Costing You Money Most traders slap the MACD on their charts, wait for a crossover, and pull the trigger. This is the equivalent of buying shoes just because they’re on sale—sure, it feels good at first, but soon you realize they don’t fit and now you’re stuck. Here’s what you’re missing: - Divergence as a Lead Indicator – MACD divergence (when price makes a new high but MACD doesn’t) is a powerful signal of an impending reversal. Instead of reacting to crossovers, smart traders anticipate market moves using divergence. - Histogram Over Signal Lines – The histogram is an early warning system, often giving signals before crossovers occur. - Customization for EURAUD Volatility – Standard MACD settings (12,26,9) were designed decades ago for stocks. For EURAUD, tweaking to (8,24,5) improves responsiveness to market conditions. Pro Tip: Watch for shrinking histogram bars while price pushes higher—this is an early sign that momentum is drying up and a reversal could be imminent. How to Trade EURAUD Like a MACD Ninja Here’s a step-by-step approach to mastering EURAUD with MACD: - Identify Momentum Exhaustion – Look for MACD histogram divergence on the 4-hour chart. If price makes a new high but the histogram weakens, the trend is losing steam. - Drop to the 1-Hour Chart for Entry – Once divergence is spotted, move to the lower timeframe to fine-tune your entry using MACD histogram shifts. - Combine With Key Levels – EURAUD respects psychological price zones (1.6200, 1.6500). Use MACD confirmation at these levels for precision entries. - Exit Smart, Not Late – Most traders wait for full reversals. Instead, use the MACD histogram returning to zero as an exit signal to lock in profits before the market changes direction. Proven MACD Tweaks for EURAUD Mastery While most traders blindly apply default settings, elite traders customize MACD for the specific market they trade. Here’s how: - For Trending Markets: Use a longer MACD setting (16,52,9) to smooth out noise and capture bigger swings. - For Ranging Markets: A shorter MACD setting (6,19,3) helps detect reversals faster. - For Day Trading EURAUD: The (5,13,8) setup provides quicker signals for short-term traders. Real-World Example: How a Trader Made 300 Pips with This MACD Strategy A trader using this refined MACD approach spotted bearish divergence on EURAUD in October 2024 at 1.6800. By refining the entry on the 1-hour chart, they shorted at 1.6780, rode the move down to 1.6480, and secured a clean 300 pips. Had they used the standard crossover method? They would’ve entered late and taken half the profit. Final Thoughts: The Secret to MACD Mastery on EURAUD Most traders fail because they rely on surface-level strategies. The MACD is a goldmine, but only if you know how to dig deep. Master divergence, fine-tune your settings, and anticipate moves instead of reacting. Want to supercharge your trading? Get exclusive market insights and expert analysis at StarseedFX Community. —————– Image Credits: Cover image at the top is AI-generated Read the full article

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[JURY INTERVIEW] The Key to Successful in the Rapidly Evolving PR World

Miriam Wells, Chief Creative Officer at Ogilvy PR, served as a final jury for Outdoor Stars, PR Stars, Brand Experience & Activation Stars, Media Stars, Place Brand Stars, and Commerce Stars at MAD STARS 2024, held last August.

Miriam Wells brought a broad perspective and strategic insight to the MAD STARS 2024 jury room. The chief creative officer of Ogilvy PR has diverse experience spanning PR, marketing, corporate affairs, digital and social strategy, content, employee experience, culture and change management, planning, and brand narrative. She is also known for her natural ability to bring out the best in teams and projects across all business areas, a results-oriented, collaborative creative leader, who is enthusiastic about big ideas that build brands and get people talking. Her experience also covers a vast range of clients - Cochlear, Atlassian, WPP AUNZ, BHP, Mars Wrigley, Transport for NSW, HealthDirect, Department of Human Services, American Express, University of Newcastle, Equality Australia and Ikea.

She shared with MAD STARS what she said was a remarkable experience judging this year, highlighting the calibre of the MAD STARS Awards and its judging process.  

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Q. PR has evolved in the last five years. How has this changed your approach at Ogilvy PR? 

A. PR can best be described as restless.  It is in a state of constant evolution – the nature of the work mimics the always on news[feed] cycle that we’re all plugged into as consumers. And while that has seen a multitude of changes take place, three things in particular stand out: 

Purpose is still paramount, but it’s also tempered by humor as a critical emotional shortcut for audiences given the world and the media need a dose of good news in their feeds where possible.  So while it has been great to see brands increasingly take a stand on important issues over the past few years, it’s also delightful to see some fun back in the mix with brands in on the joke.

Earned creativity is increasingly at the center of integrated work and is an exciting place for brands to play. The strength of ideas that earn their place in consumers’ lives, with the scale and craft of an integrated team behind them is a sweet spot for good work.

Playing to the Minor stream (our approach to finding niche but highly engaged audiences) has become increasingly important given the splintering of the landscape into algorithm niches and devoted cultural fandoms. Highly specific target audiences can give you a better runway into creative tension, and striking a resonant chord with a small but highly engaged target group has rippled into the zeitgeist.

The ability to work within and address these changes can only come through deep understanding and insight into culture.  As a result, Ogilvy PR is constantly tracking cultural shifts, ensuring our entire team is tapped into what’s next and how to apply it to our clients’ business issues. 

We are also lucky enough to work in an environment where creativity and strategic thinking is a vital part of the PR mix and where innovation is applied as a matter of course. 

Q. How important is local knowledge to a successful PR campaign? 

A. The strongest campaigns tap into and earn a place in culture – so local cultural insight and nuance are absolutely critical. That’s why judging international awards is always so fascinating.  It provides valuable insight into the cultural dynamics of different markets, and how brands navigate them with creativity.

Q. The final jury filters great ideas from good. What, for you, determines that a campaign makes that leap to win a significant award run an international competition? 

A. The triple threat of laser insight, stellar creative idea and exceptional execution. I think that also given the international dimension of a competition like MAD STARS it’s work that nails one of the two ends of the cultural relevance spectrum – some work that is so universal that it transcends language barriers and geographies to resonate with juries. On the other end of the spectrum, it’s work that is highly local and culturally relevant to the market it’s for (supported by precise context setting in the award submission) that can really make it stand out and cut through with audiences. Effectiveness is another key dimension, great work never shouts into the void. It affects change whether at a consumer, product, brand, business, policy or cultural level.

Q. What stood out for you during judging?

A. This wasn’t technically during judging, but I think it also highlights one of the themes that emerged during judging. Fernanda Machado’s MAD STARS keynote was truly thought-provoking – I loved the insight he gave into his work with NotCo and how their AI chef 'Giuseppe' is enabling rapid product formulation prototyping for plant-based food. He also talked about a billboard stunt the company used to launch its protein drink, calling out the market leader Danone with a light projection opposite Danone HQ in Brazil. This was a move that saw the brand fined by the local advertising standards body. The NotCo team knew this going in and built the cost of the fine into their marketing plan.

I love these two NotCo stories because they really highlight both the opportunity and limitations of generative AI technology - speed of experimentation and prototyping can be a huge creative asset on the one hand, but on the other, it’s unlikely AI would suggest something against the rules and out of the box and build the fine into the cost of doing business.

And this is something that threaded through some of the judging discussions at the festival – AI, like other technologies at our disposal, is a useful tool, but it’s rarely the idea. It needs human imagination to realize its potential, and you could argue that AI could also be a tool that helps push human potential further.

Q. There is a lot of talk about bias in judging. What do you think are the most important “ingredients” to ensure fair judging?

A. A diverse and inclusive jury, not only in terms of cultures but also across other intersectional dimensions including gender, neurotype, and professional experience and disciplines. One of the wonderful things about MAD STARS was meeting creatives from all over the world: Korea, Thailand, the UK, Italy, Japan, Brazil, Bangladesh, Canada, South Africa, UAE and more. And, of course, each person brings their own experience biases, and subjectivity to the table, but that broad mix of those points of view together can strengthen the discussion.

I saw some recent industry commentary around gender diversity in the Australian market, and one of the comments that stood out to me was about the power we have as professionals being invited to judge, speak, and share stages, column inches, and airspace – that we can ask who else is being consulted and invited into those spaces and opportunities.

We can decline if the cohort is lacking in representation. The more differing points of view and lived experiences in a jury room, the more space there is for productive dissent, and this is often key to making work and of course, judging decisions better.

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An interview about how the power of creativity can transcend cultural, technological, and conceptual boundaries!

For Miriam, last year's Busan International Marketing & Advertising Festival proved just how much a mix of perspectives can raise the bar in the creative industry.

MAD STARS 2025 will be held in August with the theme of 'AI-vertising, AI Advertising Marketing Era', and will showcase ideas with 'Laser insight', 'Stellar creative idea', and 'Exceptional execution'.

Stay tuned for more information!🙏🏻

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Top Government Scholarships for International Students: A Global Opportunity

Pursuing higher education abroad can be a transformative experience, but the financial costs often deter many students. Government scholarships are a lifeline for international students, opening doors to quality education and global opportunities. Scholarships like the Chevening Scholarship (UK), Fulbright Program (USA), and Erasmus Mundus Joint Master’s Degrees (EU) are some of the most prestigious awards offered worldwide. If you’re an aspiring student looking to apply, this guide will walk you through the top government scholarships and provide tips for success. Learn more about Government scholarships for international students.

Understanding Government Scholarships

Government scholarships are specifically designed to support talented students from around the world, encouraging cultural exchange and knowledge-sharing. These scholarships typically cover tuition fees, living expenses, travel, and sometimes even health insurance, depending on the program.

For international students, these scholarships represent a chance to study in top institutions while alleviating the financial burden.

Top Government Scholarships for International Students

Chevening Scholarship (United Kingdom)

Overview: Funded by the UK government, Chevening is one of the most sought-after scholarships for students pursuing a one-year master’s degree in the UK.

Benefits: Covers tuition fees, travel costs, and a monthly stipend.

Eligibility: Applicants must show leadership potential and academic excellence.

Tips for Success: Emphasize your leadership experience and future plans for using your education to contribute to your home country.

Fulbright Program (United States)

Overview: Sponsored by the US government, this scholarship is available for postgraduate study, research, or teaching in the United States.

Benefits: Covers tuition, airfare, a living stipend, and health insurance.

Eligibility: Open to students from over 160 countries, with a focus on fostering mutual understanding.

Tips for Success: Highlight your ability to build cross-cultural connections and your academic accomplishments.

Erasmus Mundus Joint Master’s Degrees (European Union)

Overview: This EU initiative provides scholarships for students enrolling in joint master’s degree programs across multiple European universities.

Benefits: Covers tuition, travel, installation costs, and a monthly allowance.

Eligibility: Open to students from EU and non-EU countries.

Tips for Success: Focus on your adaptability and enthusiasm for cultural diversity.

Australia Awards (Australia)

Overview: Funded by the Australian government, this program supports students from developing countries in Asia, the Pacific, and Africa.

Benefits: Full tuition fees, travel allowance, establishment allowance, and living expenses.

Eligibility: Applicants must plan to return to their home country after completing their studies.

Tips for Success: Showcase how your education will benefit your community and address global challenges.

Tips to Maximize Your Chances of Winning a Scholarship

Start Early: Begin your application process well before the deadline to have ample time for research and preparation.

Personalize Your Application: Tailor your essays and letters to reflect how the scholarship aligns with your goals.

Strong Letters of Recommendation: Choose referees who know you well and can highlight your strengths effectively.

Demonstrate Impact: Showcase how you’ve contributed to your community and how the scholarship will enhance your ability to create positive change.

Why Government Scholarships Are a Game-Changer

Winning a government scholarship is more than just financial aid—it’s an opportunity to gain global exposure, build lifelong networks, and access top-notch education. These programs are designed to nurture future leaders, innovators, and changemakers.

For more insights on Government scholarships for international students, visit the link.

Conclusion

Government scholarships open doors to endless possibilities for international students. With proper preparation, determination, and focus, you can turn your dreams into reality and embark on an educational journey that shapes your future. Apply for Government scholarships for international students and let the world become your classroom!

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[ad_1] Harmanpreet Kaur and Amol Mazumdar for India (PC: BCCI/X) When Amol Muzumdar was appointed as the head coach of the Indian women’s team, there was hope. Hope that a seasoned domestic stalwart would bring structure, stability, and strategy to a team poised to dominate world cricket. Nearly a year into his tenure, however, that hope seems misplaced. Inconsistent selections, lack of defined roles, a revolving door of debutants, and a startling absence of accountability have become the new normal. The World Cup is less than a year away, yet India look anything but ready. So, it’s time to ask some hard questions – ones Muzumdar must answer, not deflect with clichés and excuses. Here are 10 pressing questions Indian cricket fans and, more importantly, the players deserve answers to: Why haven’t India played the same XI in consecutive games even once? For a coach who emphasises preparation, how does endless tinkering build confidence? Cricket is a team sport, not a game of musical chairs. Players need rhythm, not roulette. If Muzumdar can’t settle on his best XI, how can the team be expected to settle on winning consistently? What’s the strategy behind debuting 7 players in ODIs in a year? Seven debutants in one year! It sounds like a rebuilding project gone haywire. If India is “testing depth”, where’s the follow-up plan for these players? Are they being nurtured, or are they just names on a scoresheet? Constant debuts without continuity only spell chaos. Why was Titas Sadhu dropped after proving herself? Titas Sadhu shone brightly against Australia, a team India struggles to beat. Yet, she was dropped for the Bangladesh series. Fast forward to the ongoing Australia series – she plays one match and is benched the next. What message does this send to a young bowler who is delivering? A coach is supposed to back talent, not sideline it without explanation. For the Latest Sports News: Click Here Harmanpreet Kaur and Amol Mazumdar (PC: BCCI/X) Where are the “match-ups” and role definitions? Modern cricket thrives on data-driven strategies, match-ups, and clearly defined roles. Yet, under Muzumdar, India seems to lack all three. Does the team have specific plans for opponents? Are batters and bowlers clear about their responsibilities? Judging by India’s inability to execute, the answer seems to be a resounding no. Why do India still field like amateurs? The outfield remains a sore spot. Fielding, an aspect Muzumdar’s regime claims to prioritise, continues to let the team down. Angles aren’t cut, pressure isn’t applied, and half-chances go begging. So, what exactly happens in the fitness and fielding camps? How long will “experience” be India’s excuse for failure? After losing to Australia, Muzumdar lamented India’s “lack of experience”. But here’s the irony: experience grows through opportunity and security, both of which are lacking under his leadership. How can players gain big-match experience when they are constantly benched or shuffled? Why do post-match press conferences sound like broken records? “To be honest, we didn’t have much time together as a squad.” “We were in the game till the last over.” “We prepared thoroughly, but it’s disappointing.” These are Muzumdar’s greatest hits. At some point, the excuses need to stop, and accountability needs to start. Fans don’t want generic platitudes; they want solutions. Harmanpreet Kaur and Amol Mazumdar (image: BCCI) What exactly was the plan for the T20 World Cup? Muzumdar referenced two “thorough” preparatory camps ahead of the T20 World Cup – one for fitness, one for skills. Yet, on the field, India looked far from prepared. Poor fielding, timid batting, and a lack of situational awareness cost them crucial games. So, was there an actual plan, or were the camps just glorified team outings? Is player insecurity a blind spot in this regime? Cricket is a confidence game. Players need the belief that they belong in the XI and have the backing of the coach.

But under Muzumdar, the constant chopping and changing has bred visible insecurity. Intent has been replaced by self-preservation. Is Muzumdar even aware of the psychological damage this causes? With a World Cup on the horizon, does India have a blueprint for success? The million-dollar question: what is Muzumdar’s vision for this team? What blueprint is he following for the World Cup? Because right now, there seems to be no strategy, no planning, and no leadership. It’s not easy being a coach. The pressure is immense, the spotlight relentless. But Muzumdar knew what he was signing up for. Indian women’s cricket has come too far to regress now, and the current decline is as disappointing as it is avoidable. For the sake of the players and their hard-earned progress, Muzumdar must answer these questions. If he can’t, perhaps it’s time for Indian cricket to ask itself an even harder question: is Amol Muzumdar the right man for this job? Also Read: Tampering, Insecurity and Excuses: Indian Women’s Cricket Stumbles Under Amol Muzumdar’s Leadership The post 10 Hard-Hitting Questions Amol Muzumdar Can’t Afford to Ignore as India Stumble appeared first on Sports News Portal | Latest Sports Articles | Revsports. [ad_2] Source link

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[ad_1] Harmanpreet Kaur and Amol Mazumdar for India (PC: BCCI/X) When Amol Muzumdar was appointed as the head coach of the Indian women’s team, there was hope. Hope that a seasoned domestic stalwart would bring structure, stability, and strategy to a team poised to dominate world cricket. Nearly a year into his tenure, however, that hope seems misplaced. Inconsistent selections, lack of defined roles, a revolving door of debutants, and a startling absence of accountability have become the new normal. The World Cup is less than a year away, yet India look anything but ready. So, it’s time to ask some hard questions – ones Muzumdar must answer, not deflect with clichés and excuses. Here are 10 pressing questions Indian cricket fans and, more importantly, the players deserve answers to: Why haven’t India played the same XI in consecutive games even once? For a coach who emphasises preparation, how does endless tinkering build confidence? Cricket is a team sport, not a game of musical chairs. Players need rhythm, not roulette. If Muzumdar can’t settle on his best XI, how can the team be expected to settle on winning consistently? What’s the strategy behind debuting 7 players in ODIs in a year? Seven debutants in one year! It sounds like a rebuilding project gone haywire. If India is “testing depth”, where’s the follow-up plan for these players? Are they being nurtured, or are they just names on a scoresheet? Constant debuts without continuity only spell chaos. Why was Titas Sadhu dropped after proving herself? Titas Sadhu shone brightly against Australia, a team India struggles to beat. Yet, she was dropped for the Bangladesh series. Fast forward to the ongoing Australia series – she plays one match and is benched the next. What message does this send to a young bowler who is delivering? A coach is supposed to back talent, not sideline it without explanation. For the Latest Sports News: Click Here Harmanpreet Kaur and Amol Mazumdar (PC: BCCI/X) Where are the “match-ups” and role definitions? Modern cricket thrives on data-driven strategies, match-ups, and clearly defined roles. Yet, under Muzumdar, India seems to lack all three. Does the team have specific plans for opponents? Are batters and bowlers clear about their responsibilities? Judging by India’s inability to execute, the answer seems to be a resounding no. Why do India still field like amateurs? The outfield remains a sore spot. Fielding, an aspect Muzumdar’s regime claims to prioritise, continues to let the team down. Angles aren’t cut, pressure isn’t applied, and half-chances go begging. So, what exactly happens in the fitness and fielding camps? How long will “experience” be India’s excuse for failure? After losing to Australia, Muzumdar lamented India’s “lack of experience”. But here’s the irony: experience grows through opportunity and security, both of which are lacking under his leadership. How can players gain big-match experience when they are constantly benched or shuffled? Why do post-match press conferences sound like broken records? “To be honest, we didn’t have much time together as a squad.” “We were in the game till the last over.” “We prepared thoroughly, but it’s disappointing.” These are Muzumdar’s greatest hits. At some point, the excuses need to stop, and accountability needs to start. Fans don’t want generic platitudes; they want solutions. Harmanpreet Kaur and Amol Mazumdar (image: BCCI) What exactly was the plan for the T20 World Cup? Muzumdar referenced two “thorough” preparatory camps ahead of the T20 World Cup – one for fitness, one for skills. Yet, on the field, India looked far from prepared. Poor fielding, timid batting, and a lack of situational awareness cost them crucial games. So, was there an actual plan, or were the camps just glorified team outings? Is player insecurity a blind spot in this regime? Cricket is a confidence game. Players need the belief that they belong in the XI and have the backing of the coach.

But under Muzumdar, the constant chopping and changing has bred visible insecurity. Intent has been replaced by self-preservation. Is Muzumdar even aware of the psychological damage this causes? With a World Cup on the horizon, does India have a blueprint for success? The million-dollar question: what is Muzumdar’s vision for this team? What blueprint is he following for the World Cup? Because right now, there seems to be no strategy, no planning, and no leadership. It’s not easy being a coach. The pressure is immense, the spotlight relentless. But Muzumdar knew what he was signing up for. Indian women’s cricket has come too far to regress now, and the current decline is as disappointing as it is avoidable. For the sake of the players and their hard-earned progress, Muzumdar must answer these questions. If he can’t, perhaps it’s time for Indian cricket to ask itself an even harder question: is Amol Muzumdar the right man for this job? Also Read: Tampering, Insecurity and Excuses: Indian Women’s Cricket Stumbles Under Amol Muzumdar’s Leadership The post 10 Hard-Hitting Questions Amol Muzumdar Can’t Afford to Ignore as India Stumble appeared first on Sports News Portal | Latest Sports Articles | Revsports. [ad_2] Source link

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True causes of riots in Amsterdam handily shunned, by a virtue signalling Dutch king seeking popularity!

By Stanley Collymore

More nonsense from Holland's Wilem- Alexander, since he either knows or should do so what racial ethnicity those odious Nazis, exclusively of Europe or else Europeans quite basically in obviously discernibly genocidally acquired lands like Australia, New Zealand, Canada and aptly quite undeniably clearly the USA, actually ethnically were rather undoubtedly in the 1930s, and similarly also, the 1940s and still are distinctly so in the 21st Century! Quite undoubtedly also, very exclusively white Caucasians! As it was and still as well is rather a white man and woman's intrinsic ideology; carried out under the premise, rather exclusively of so-called Christian values and beliefs; and rather   obviously, actually had bugger all to do with any other religion and also simply notably so, clearly not the Muslim one!

However to fast forward, these Yids that actually travelled to Holland, ostensibly, but superficially in reality to support their football team, did so quite distinctly with the purpose of looking for trouble: boasting most overtly on them getting there about how many Palestinian kids and babies the IDF had literally killed, while evidently and literally vaingloriously, openly, and similarly contemptibly pulling down both Palestinian flags and bunting; amongst doing other very similarly nasty abhorrent and distinctly offensive things, and this vilely in someone else's country.

Hardly surprising then that the trouble they were looking for and purposely supported they crucially got; and quite shockingly and disadvantageously too came out of that quagmire they'd obviously egotistically started as the losers! But also as as rather sensible people evidently well know, these Yids: the supposedly epitome of self-entitled and effectively also simply delusionally devine recognition, can really be unstintingly and basically undoubtedly always expectantly be simply relied upon, along with their evidently, unquestionably prejudiced supporters, whenever actually justifiable retribution hits hard in the ass; to do nothing better than essentially very assiduously playing and vilely portraying themselves as the never-ending victims!

(C) Stanley V. Collymore 9 November 2024.

Author's Remarks: Over 55,000 Dutch volunteers were in the Nazi Waffen SS; so let's not pretend on your part that that wasn't actually the case. In marked contrast there were heroes too like George Blake who, in essence, quite specifically contributed greatly to world peace post World War2. Therefore, clearly the Dutch King Wilem-Alexander, very much like his British counterpart Charles, is very odiously out of touch with reality, and is both morally and politically being selective in what he's evidently and highly pathetically virtue signalling, doing!

And how's this in marked contrast Herr Wilem-Alexander? When you bomb and egregiously as well invade and kill the citizens and residents of a country continuously over time and discernibly there's really nothing left there, where, pray tell, are the evidently hapless survivors supposed to go?

Or are you ingrained racists fed on and likewise having prodigiously benefited and undoubtedly also massively profited from your own similarly racist, white Caucasian kinds genocidal actions in Australia, New Zealand, Canada and the USA, to name just four areas of the world you have barbarically taken and exploited for your very own selfish and self-serving benefit, while also asininely clamouring for an all-white Europe - in the utterly sick belief that immigrant is a term that only applies to non-Caucasians, no matter where the hell you whites were born or where in the world you emigrated to - what the fuck gives you the right, as the last link essentially, in the Homo Sapiens chain, to actually emerge on our earth to delusionally believe that you obviously actually own this planet and everything that is of any value on it; and as such your Black and all other predecessors are subservient to you. Get real!

As for football hooligans what about the rather unenviable record that British fans have abroad, are they to continually given a pass and their vile actions deemed as apolitical? What hypocrites you pathetically are!

Don't offload your Nazi woes, Wilem-Alexander onto those who weren't complicit in them!

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Canada: Your Gateway to Global Opportunities.

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Canada has become the top relocation destination for job seekers, particularly attracting interest from Costa Rica, Germany, India, Japan, Mexico, South Africa, Saudi Arabia, and the UAE. Following Canada, Australia ranked as the second most sought-after location, while Switzerland and the United States shared third place.

Below is a list of the top countries to relocate to for work, with the numbers indicating how many times each country ranked as a top choice among job seekers in the study:

Canada (8)

Australia (7)

Switzerland (6)

United States (6)

Singapore (2)

Denmark (2)

Saudi Arabia (2)

United Kingdom (2)

Germany (1)

Qatar (1)

Spain (1)

Japan (1)

Netherlands (1)

New Zealand (1)

the study also found that Canadian job seekers most often looked for opportunities in the United States.

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Land Banking and Home Loans for Self-Employed Individuals: A Complete Guide

Navigating the world of mortgages and loans can be particularly challenging for self-employed individuals. While salaried employees often find it easier to secure financing, self-employed professionals face unique hurdles when applying for mortgages or loans, whether for a primary residence, investment property, or commercial land. This guide delves into everything you need to know about home loans, mortgages, and land banking opportunities for the self-employed, including some specialized options like NDIS Home Loans.

What is Land Banking?

Land banking involves purchasing land with the intention of holding it for future development or resale. For those who are self-employed, land banking offers an attractive way to diversify investments without directly investing in a home. Land generally appreciates over time, which can result in substantial profits when sold later. In many cases, commercial developers or the government may purchase such land for projects, allowing landowners to yield considerable returns.

Benefits of Land Banking for Self-Employed Individuals

Wealth Accumulation: Unlike other investments, land banking typically involves a low initial investment and can offer high returns if the land appreciates over time.

Portfolio Diversification: Land is a tangible asset that offers a solid alternative to stocks, bonds, or other traditional investments.

Minimal Management: Unlike rental properties or businesses, vacant land requires minimal upkeep, making it ideal for self-employed individuals who may not have the time for hands-on management.

Home Loans for Self-Employed Individuals

Obtaining a home loan for self-employed individuals can be more complex compared to employees with steady, documented incomes. Traditional lenders often require consistent income documentation, which may be challenging for those with fluctuating earnings. However, specialized lenders offer loans tailored specifically to self-employed professionals.

Requirements for Self-Employed Home Loans

To qualify for a home loan as a self-employed person, you'll generally need:

Business Financial Records: Most lenders require at least two years of profit and loss statements, tax returns, and balance sheets.

Credit Score: A strong credit score is essential, though some lenders may be more flexible if other aspects of your financial profile are strong.

Bank Statements: Some lenders may accept 12 to 24 months of bank statements as an alternative to tax returns.

ABN Registration: In Australia, having an Australian Business Number (ABN) registered for a minimum period may be required by lenders.

Advantages of Home Loans for the Self-Employed

Flexible Repayment Options: Lenders catering to self-employed individuals often offer more flexible terms to accommodate income variations.

Tax Deductions: Self-employed borrowers can potentially claim tax deductions on home loan interest, reducing overall tax liability.

Equity Growth: Paying off a home loan allows self-employed individuals to build equity, which can be leveraged for future business expenses or investments.

Understanding Self-Employed Mortgages

A self-employed mortgage is a mortgage designed to cater to the financial realities of self-employed borrowers. With the rise of freelancers, contractors, and gig workers, more lenders have introduced flexible mortgage options tailored to meet the unique needs of this demographic.

Different Types of Self-Employed Mortgages

Low-Doc Mortgages: For those with limited income documentation, low-doc mortgages are an excellent option. Instead of extensive tax returns, lenders may accept alternative documentation like BAS (Business Activity Statements).

Alt-Doc Mortgages: Similar to low-doc, alt-doc mortgages require a minimum of documentation, typically bank statements, BAS, or an accountant’s statement.

Standard Mortgages: If self-employed borrowers can provide two years of financial records, they may be eligible for traditional mortgage options with competitive rates.

Loans for Commercial Land

Self-employed professionals may also consider loans for commercial land for business expansion, investment, or rental purposes. Commercial land loans differ from residential loans in terms of interest rates, loan terms, and qualification criteria, but they offer excellent growth potential for businesses or investment portfolios.

Types of Commercial Land Loans

Standard Commercial Loans: These are traditional loans with fixed terms and interest rates.

Land Development Loans: If you plan to develop the land, these loans can fund both the purchase and development of commercial properties.

Land-Only Loans: For those not looking to develop the land immediately, land-only loans offer a simpler, lower-cost option to secure property for future use.

Benefits of Commercial Land Loans for Self-Employed

Long-Term Appreciation: Commercial land tends to appreciate, especially in growth areas.

Diversified Investment: Holding commercial land can help diversify a self-employed individual’s investment portfolio.

Income Potential: Once developed, commercial land can generate rental income or be used to expand business operations.

NDIS Home Loans for Self-Employed Individuals

NDIS Home Loans are designed to help individuals invest in housing aligned with the National Disability Insurance Scheme (NDIS) in Australia. For self-employed individuals, NDIS home loans provide a unique opportunity to invest in properties designed for disability accommodation, offering stable rental income through government-backed tenants.

How to Qualify for an NDIS Home Loan

Property Requirements: Properties must meet specific criteria, including accessibility and accommodations suited to tenants with disabilities.

Strong Financial Profile: Although income from NDIS properties is backed by the government, lenders still require borrowers to demonstrate financial stability.

Specialized Lenders: Not all lenders provide NDIS home loans, so it’s essential to work with financial institutions specializing in disability accommodation properties.

Advantages of NDIS Home Loans

High Rental Yield: Properties under NDIS often have higher rental yields compared to traditional residential properties.

Stable Income: Government backing ensures a stable, long-term rental income, an attractive feature for self-employed borrowers.

Social Impact: Investing in NDIS properties contributes to accessible housing options, creating a positive social impact while securing an income stream.

Conclusion

For self-employed individuals, obtaining a mortgage or loan involves specific challenges but also offers unique benefits. From land banking opportunities to specialized home and commercial loans, various financial products can help self-employed professionals secure and grow their investments. Tailoring the choice of loan based on financial goals, risk tolerance, and investment timeline can lead to significant wealth accumulation over time.

Whether you're interested in residential properties, commercial investments, or niche areas like NDIS home loans, there are options available to match your needs. By working with lenders who specialize in self-employed mortgages and leveraging flexible financial products, self-employed individuals can effectively navigate the loan market and capitalize on the opportunities it offers.

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UK vs. Other Countries: Why Shorter Degree Programs Save Time and Money

When it comes to choosing a study destination, one of the most significant factors international students consider is the duration of degree programs. Countries like the US, Canada, and Australia are popular options, but the UK stands out for offering shorter degree programs without compromising on the quality of education. For students asking why study in UK specifically, the answer lies in both the time and cost advantages that shorter degree programs provide. In this blog, we’ll compare the UK’s degree structure with other countries and explore how it benefits students both financially and academically.

Shorter Course Duration: A Defining Feature of UK Education

In the UK, undergraduate degrees typically take three years to complete, while master’s programs usually span just one year. This contrasts with countries like the US, where undergraduate programs generally take four years, and master’s degrees can stretch over two years. Australia and Canada also have longer program durations in comparison to the UK.

For international students, this shorter course duration translates into a more efficient academic experience. Completing a degree faster means students can save on tuition fees, living costs, and other expenses, while entering the job market sooner. As a result, students gain a financial advantage and start their professional careers earlier.

Cost Savings of Studying in the UK

One of the major advantages of studying in the UK is the significant cost savings associated with shorter degree programs. Tuition fees for a single year of study are generally comparable across top universities worldwide. However, because the overall duration of degree programs in the UK is shorter, students spend less on tuition fees over the course of their studies.

For example, a three-year undergraduate degree in the UK can cost anywhere between £12,000 to £30,000 per year, depending on the institution. In contrast, a four-year degree in the US could cost around $20,000 to $50,000 per year. While the per-year costs may seem similar, the overall savings in the UK are substantial because of the reduced duration.

Additionally, shorter programs mean students spend less on living expenses. International students in countries with longer degree programs often face higher overall accommodation, food, and travel costs. In the UK, students save on these expenses by completing their degrees sooner, which can make a significant difference in the overall cost of their education.

Faster Entry into the Job Market

Another compelling reason to choose the UK for higher education is the opportunity for students to enter the job market sooner. Graduating faster allows students to start earning earlier, which offsets the cost of education and enhances long-term career prospects. In contrast, students in other countries may spend additional years completing their degrees, delaying their entry into the workforce and income generation.

This is particularly advantageous for postgraduate students who are eager to build their careers quickly. With a one-year master’s degree in the UK, students can advance their qualifications and start applying for jobs within a shorter time frame. This is a key reason many professionals choose to return to university for a master’s in the UK—it offers the perfect balance of advanced learning and minimal time investment.

Quality Education Without Compromise

Despite the shorter duration of UK degree programs, students don’t have to worry about compromising the quality of their education. The UK is home to some of the world’s top-ranked universities, such as the University of Oxford, University of Cambridge, and Imperial College London. UK degrees are internationally recognized for their academic rigor, and employers worldwide value the qualifications obtained from British institutions.

Even within a condensed academic timeline, UK universities maintain high standards of education, with a strong emphasis on research, critical thinking, and practical skills. Students can expect to receive a comprehensive education that prepares them well for their careers, regardless of the shorter duration of their programs.

Global Appeal of Studying in the UK

Studying in the UK also offers an enriching cultural experience. With students from diverse backgrounds converging in British universities, it provides a global platform for learning and networking. The opportunity to study abroad in such a dynamic environment helps students broaden their perspectives and develop a global outlook, which is invaluable in today’s interconnected world.

Furthermore, the UK’s strong emphasis on research, innovation, and entrepreneurship means students have access to cutting-edge resources and opportunities. Whether in business, engineering, healthcare, or the arts, UK universities provide students with the tools to succeed both academically and professionally.

Role of an Overseas Education Consultancy

Navigating the complexities of applying to universities abroad can be challenging, especially when considering different education systems and program structures. This is where the assistance of an overseas education consultancy becomes crucial. These consultancies provide expert guidance on selecting the right universities, understanding application deadlines, and meeting entry requirements for shorter degree programs. They also help students with visa applications, financial planning, and accommodation arrangements, ensuring a smooth transition to studying in the UK.

In conclusion, when comparing education in the UK with other countries, the benefits of shorter degree programs stand out. The combination of cost savings, faster entry into the job market, and the opportunity to experience world-class education makes the UK a top choice for Indian students looking to pursue higher education abroad.

Read more:

Top Career Paths and Career Opportunities in the UK for International Students After Postgraduation

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Study in Germany for Indian Students After Graduation

Introduction

So, you’ve just completed your graduation and you’re thinking, “What’s next?” If you’re considering pursuing higher studies abroad, let me tell you, Germany could be one of the best choices out there. It’s quickly becoming a hotspot for Indian students, especially those looking to expand their horizons after graduation. But why Germany? Well, let’s dive into that.

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Why Choose Germany for Higher Studies?

Germany offers a ton of advantages for international students, and for Indians, it’s a goldmine of opportunities. The education system here is top-notch and globally recognized. Most universities in Germany rank among the best in the world, so earning a degree from one of them is a sure way to boost your career prospects.

Not only that, but the cost of education is way more affordable compared to countries like the US, UK, or Australia. Public universities in Germany often don’t charge tuition fees for master’s programs, making it a budget-friendly option for Indian students.

Germany also allows you to meet people from all over the world, helping you build a strong international network. And the cultural experience? It’s one of a kind! You’ll get to travel across Europe, learn new languages, and immerse yourself in a culture vastly different from your own.

Popular Courses for Indian Students

Indian students love Germany, especially for its variety of courses. Engineering and technology programs are extremely popular, including fields like Mechanical, Electrical, and Civil Engineering. These courses have a great global demand and Germany is known for its expertise in these areas.

For those looking to dive into business, Management and MBA programs are equally attractive. If you’re not a fan of taking the GMAT, no worries, some MBA programs in Germany don’t require it!

And don’t forget about the ever-growing field of Data Science, AI, and IT. In today’s tech-driven world, these fields are booming, and studying them in Germany will give you an edge.

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Eligibility Criteria for Indian Students

To study in Germany, there are a few eligibility boxes you’ll need to tick. First off, your academic qualifications must meet the course requirements. Usually, for a master’s program, you need a bachelor’s degree with a good GPA.

Next, language proficiency is key. Many programs in Germany are taught in English, but some require German proficiency. It’s a good idea to check the specific requirements for each program. In some cases, work experience may be required, especially for MBA or other specialized courses.

Application Process for German Universities

Applying to a German university after graduation isn’t too complicated, but it does require some planning. You’ll need to gather all your academic documents, write a solid statement of purpose, and maybe get some letters of recommendation. Keep track of deadlines—they can vary depending on the university and program.

One tip: Start your application process early! The whole process, from gathering documents to securing a student visa, can take a few months.

Language Requirements

Now, here’s the big question—do you need to know German to study in Germany? Well, the answer is both yes and no. Many universities offer English-taught programs, especially for master’s degrees, so it’s possible to study entirely in English.

However, knowing some German is definitely helpful for everyday life and might also be a requirement for certain courses. If you do need to learn German, don’t worry! There are plenty of language courses available to help you out.

Cost of Studying in Germany

When it comes to affordability, Germany is hard to beat. Most public universities don’t charge tuition fees for master’s programs, which is a huge relief for international students. You’ll only need to cover a small administrative fee per semester, which typically ranges between €150-€300.

But, what about living expenses? Well, the cost of living can vary depending on the city. Big cities like Berlin, Munich, and Frankfurt are more expensive, with monthly living expenses around €800-€1,200. However, with some smart budgeting, you can manage quite comfortably. Also, remember to factor in health insurance, which is mandatory for students in Germany.

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Scholarships and Financial Aid

If you’re worried about managing costs, scholarships can be a lifesaver. Germany offers a variety of scholarships, and some are specifically for Indian students. The DAAD (German Academic Exchange Service) is a great resource, offering financial support to international students.

Additionally, many universities have their scholarships. Plus, part-time jobs are quite common for students in Germany. You can work up to 20 hours a week during the semester, which helps cover living expenses.

Student Visa Process for Indian Students

One of the key steps to studying in Germany is getting a student visa. There are a few different types, but generally, you’ll apply for a “National Visa (D),” which allows you to stay in Germany for more than 90 days.

To get your visa, you’ll need several documents, including your university admission letter, proof of financial resources, and health insurance. The visa process can take a few weeks, so make sure to apply well in advance.

Work Opportunities After Graduation

Once you’ve finished your degree, what’s next? Well, Germany offers a post-study work visa, giving you up to 18 months to find a job. This is great news, as it gives you plenty of time to land a position in your field.

Many international students stay back and work in industries like engineering, IT, healthcare, and business. Germany has a strong job market, and if you’ve got the skills, finding work won’t be too hard.

Cultural Experience for Indian Students

Living in Germany is a culturally rich experience. You’ll get to explore centuries-old traditions, enjoy European architecture, and travel across the continent. At first, the cultural differences may seem overwhelming, but you’ll quickly adapt.

One of the main differences you’ll notice is the teaching style. German universities focus on independent learning, so you’ll have more freedom in how you study. It’s a little different from the structured environment in India, but it encourages personal growth.

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Living in Germany as an International Student

Finding accommodation in Germany can be a bit tricky, especially in big cities where the demand is high. Many students live in dormitories, while others rent apartments. If you’re living alone, costs might be a bit higher, but sharing accommodation can save you a good amount.

Student life in Germany is vibrant. There are plenty of student organizations, and most universities have support systems to help you settle in.

Benefits of Studying in Germany for Indian Students

There’s no doubt that studying in Germany is an investment in your future. You’ll get high-quality education, international exposure, and great job prospects—all at a relatively low cost. Plus, Germany’s strong reputation in industries like engineering and technology will give you a competitive edge in the global job market.

Challenges Indian Students Might Face

Of course, it’s not all sunshine and roses. The language barrier can be a challenge, especially if you’re in a German-speaking region. The weather might also take some getting used to—it can be pretty cold compared to India.

But with time, most students overcome these challenges. The experience is well worth it!

Conclusion

In summary, Germany is an ideal destination for Indian students looking to pursue higher studies after graduation. With affordable education, world-class universities, and endless career opportunities, it’s hard to beat. Sure, there might be some cultural and language challenges, but the rewards far outweigh them. So, are you ready to take the plunge and study in Germany?

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Frequently Asked Questions

What is the process to apply for scholarships in Germany?You can apply for scholarships through DAAD, university-specific programs, or private organizations. Make sure to check the eligibility criteria and deadlines.

Can I study in Germany without knowing German?Yes, many universities offer English-taught programs. However, learning some German will help you in daily life.

How long does it take to process a German student visa?The visa process can take anywhere from 6 to 12 weeks, so it’s best to apply early.

What are the job prospects after studying in Germany?Germany has a strong job market, especially in engineering, IT, healthcare, and business sectors. With a post-study work visa, you have up to 18 months to find a job.

Is the cost of living in Germany affordable for Indian students?The cost of living can vary, but with proper budgeting, it’s manageable. Living expenses range from €800 to €1,200 per month.

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VisaShort Courses For Australian PR In 2023

VisaShort Courses For Australian PR In 2023

HOW DO I SUBMIT A PRESS RELEASE APPLICATION IN AUSTRALIA?

Now that you know what it is, we’ll talk about how to get permanent residency in Australia. There are numerous paths to permanent residency in Australia, including the Skilled Migration Program. It is a programme that gives PR based on the applicant’s job history and skill set.

Every year, the Australian Department of Home Affairs compiles a list of popular occupations that contribute to the country’s growth. An international student who successfully completes a programme leading to a position on Australia’s list of Skilled Occupations has a better chance of obtaining Australian Permanent Residency.In other words, every student who wishes to settle in the country should pursue a degree with a high potential for PR that will be in demand for a long time.

This blog post will go over a few of the courses, but not all of them. Search for the most recent PR courses in Australia to gain a better understanding of your options.

THE PR POINTS SYSTEM IN AUSTRALIA

To be eligible for PR in Australia, you must meet a number of requirements, including earning a certain number of points. PR points are awarded based on a number of factors, including age, English language proficiency, level of education, and others. Currently, 65 points are required to be eligible for the visa, but Australia reserves the right to change the requirements at any time.

SHORT PR COURSES LIST

The Skilled Occupation List includes a list of jobs that are eligible for entry into Australia under the country’s point-based immigration system. The list will include positions in Australia with skill shortages as well as the specific visas that may be obtained for them. A specific organisation assesses the skills required for each employee on that list.

Courses for teachers

A lot of people know about Australia, including its education system. If a student chooses to become a teacher, he or she can contribute to the development of the country by inspiring students’ curiosity. Because of this, he or she will be able to file a PR application here. If a teaching course is chosen in Australia, there are many job opportunities available, such as being a lecturer at the university, to name a few.

Early childhood educators, primary school teachers, and special needs teachers are the most recent additions to this category.

Courses in Engineering

Engineering is one of the most well-known options on the PR list of courses in Australia that foreign students choose for the top-tier curriculum from a top-tier institution in the country. International students can select from a wide range of engineering degrees offered by Australian universities.

Civil engineering, electrical engineering, civil engineering draftsperson, and electrical engineering draftsperson are among the engineering professions on the most recent list.

Courses in Nursing

Australia has a world-class healthcare system, making it one of the top countries in the world for nursing. That’s why thousands of students from Australia and around the world enrol in nursing programmes to build their careers in healthcare. Australia’s universities are renowned for providing top-notch healthcare programmes at all levels. Nursing offers great public relations opportunities because it’s one of the top-ranked degrees in Australia’s healthcare industry.

Courses for social work

Social work programmes are popular among students all over the world. They are motivated to further their education so that they can work with the poor and significantly improve the lives of others by offering advice, assistance, or support to help socially outcast individuals reintegrate into society.

You could also study social work in another way in Australia. you could enrol in a psychiatric programme in Australia. You can also apply for social work jobs on Australia’s PR list of courses. If you have a bachelor’s degree in social work, you can apply for jobs on this list. The most recent SOL includes social worker, welfare worker, and welfare centre manager jobs.

Courses in Dentistry

Your choice to pursue dentistry studies in Australia will open up a world of exciting career prospects and will help you to achieve permanent residency. Foreign students studying dentistry can study at any Australian university that admits international students.

Once you’ve completed your degree, you’ll be able to work in dental therapy, dental hygiene, dental prosthetistry, and dental technician across Australia, amongst other places. You may also choose to pursue other career paths, including general practise or teaching.

Medical Schools

Due to Australia’s high physician shortage, attending an MBBS/MD program also qualifies you for permanent residency.

The newest members of the SOL are Medical oncologists, Medical Laboratory Scientists, Resident Medical Officers, and Medical Practitioners.

PR COURSES FOR TRADE QUALIFICATION

In Australia, there are a number of institutions and universities that offer trade programmes. Trade jobs in Australia include carpentry, cabinet maker and electrician, among others. You need to have a diploma, Certificate III/IV or Bachelor’s degree and pass the TRA examination to be eligible for a trade job in Australia. A VET in Australia is usually cheaper than a higher-end degree programme.

Automotive

An automotive education in Australia is open to all international students who are interested in automobiles. An automotive education in Australia also grants permanent resident status. Automotive electrician, diesel motor mechanic, motorcycle mechanic, and motor mechanic are some of the most sought-after jobs in Australia’s automotive industry. Upon completion of your automotive education in Australia, you will be able to apply for one of these jobs and start working in the Australian automotive industry.

Three professions are included on the Skilled Occupation List: diesel motor mechanic, motorcycle mechanic, and automotive electrician.

BUILDING & CREATION

You’ll be exposed to a wide range of construction methods and techniques. You’ll also learn how to manage construction activities while working on a site.

Once you have completed Certificate 4 in Building and Construction, you will be eligible to work as: a roof tiler a joiner a carpenter a bricklayer a builder a construction estimator a building inspector or a similar occupation.

DECORATION & PAINTING

An international student who enrolls in a painting and decorating programme in Australia may be eligible for permanent residency.

This course will also prepare you to work in wallpapering, wood staining, paint application, and other related fields.

When selecting a programme that could lead to permanent residency in Australia, consider the following:

Regardless of your level or programme of study, you must complete two years of study in Australia.

CRICOS approval is required for your course of study.

You should apply for a Post Study Work Visa 485 visa within six months of finishing your degree.

Job descriptions must adhere to the Australian and New Zealand Standard Classification of Occupations (ANZCO). The ANZCO provides detailed information on the experience, level of job ability, and credentials required to work in a variety of industries.