bookwormstory.social

222 readers
3 users here now

PSA: If you think you are experiencing problems receiving emails please contact me and I'll look into it

This lemmy instance is a place for discussing all things related to the fantasy light novel series "Ascendance of a Bookworm" (Japanese Title: "Honzuki no Gekokujō") written by Miya Kazuki and Illustrated by Yō Shiina. Regular bookworms are also welcome to register here.

Instance Links:

Navigation Links:

Community Links:

Publisher Links:

Uptime:

Nobody reads this far down right? I'll just shill for J-Novel Club a bit because I love that they sell DRM free Ebooks. Go buy the series from their website.

founded 2 years ago
ADMINS

„My my, Rozemyne. A kind man incapable of plotting or exterminating his enemies is simply no good at all.” - Ferdinand

101
 
 
This is an automated archive made by the Lemmit Bot.

The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/OriginalButtopia on 2024-12-22 05:48:32+00:00.


First Chapter | Previous Chapter

The dungeon core had broken free of the trunk in the same explosion. I crashed into the ground, badly bruised but mostly unbroken. Pain flared, and I was forced to toggle back to my life orb to blunt it. I looked up at the floating core, which seemed to be glowing. I had no idea what it was doing, but I couldn’t afford to waste time finding out. My mana was already quickly draining from the healing work.

I threw my mallet at the core, wishing I had invested anything into accuracy. I got lucky, and the mallet hit the core with a clink, knocking it out of the sky. The brothers charged towards its falling destination, and Cecile smashed it the second it hit the ground. This time, the experience window did pop up, signaling our actual victory.

| Monsters Defeated | | |


|


| | Fallen Elder Oak | 100 Experience | | Experience Gained | 100 Points | | Multipliers Applied | | | No Armor | x1.1 | | No Weapon | x1.1 | | Dungeon Core Boss | x2 | | Total Experience Gained | 242 Points |

“Was that normal? Do higher-level cores tend to do that?” I asked. The brothers both shrugged. We were moving into unknown territory for all of us it seemed. We spent another hour or so gathering up what shards we could find until each of us received the completion quests for the dungeon. It seemed there was nothing else of note here. The experience, less than five thousand total, hadn’t really done anything for me, but to the joy of Cecile and Elicec, it had pushed them both to level sixty-six.

Apparently, they had completed a couple of quests beyond the dungeon exploration itself. I was just happy to see how happy they were about the leveling. Elicec had System quests to collect various knowledge skills, and Cecile had his own for plant life. Luckily for him undead plant life still counted.

The return trip was spent in silence as they allocated their growth. I checked how long the whole trip had taken us, and as it was a little less than three hours, I was debating trying another dungeon or two today. I examined all the wounds and found the vast majority of them were already mostly healed. There was a single deep cut on my arm that I seemed to be having the most trouble with. Remembering I still hadn’t unlocked stitch from the life orb, I pushed that up to my cap as well.

It was a strange feeling watching a thread of mana slowly work its way through a slash in my flesh, sewing it shut. There was no pain, the opposite in fact, once it finished, I felt the mana usage of pain management decrease. I checked my mana and saw at my current usage I was going to run out before the healing had time to finish. I toggled off my body-enhancing orbs, and the drain radically decreased. No more mental and strength training for me at the moment, not if I wanted to be healed and try tackling another dungeon today.

“Dave, how you doing over there?” Cecile asked, breaking the silence first.

“I’m alright, a little banged up from the big guy at the end, but the healing magic is going to work. I wish it didn’t drain so much mana, though. I’d like to keep my body-enhancing orbs active at the same time,” I said. I knew it was a petty complaint. Virtually no one even had access to more than one orb at the same time, and I was here whining that I couldn’t always actively use both.

“It’ll get better; well, you’ll get more mana and be more efficient at using what you have, at least. I guess with the multiple orbs, it’s always gonna be harder than for us,” Cecile replied. I appreciated the effort to cheer me up, even if it didn’t really work.

“How would you feel about another dungeon today? I figure we can grab some quick food and see about the next easiest. Honestly, that place seemed easier than Mel sold it as,” I said.

“I’m game if Elicec is, and yeah, Mel’s just really worried about us. I think there’s a lot of stuff brewing behind the scenes he can’t tell us about,” Cecile replied. I had been considering the same thing, especially when his early warning had been taken into account. Every time I went down that path I got stuck at one point, though; if things were moving in a way that Mel was very aware of them, why am I still here? Why not just deal with me and Sanquar right now? Was it just a matter of red tape or strange legal questions I didn’t understand? I knew I’d have my answer soon enough and worrying about it now was just a waste of time, but pushing it out of my mind was something easier said than done.

“I’m also game. Those levels were what I needed to start on my planned path. I’ve got several nodes unlocked in my elemental orb now, and with the dendrology skill we gained from that dungeon, I’ve got enough knowledge skills to start figuring out monsters’ weaknesses,” Elicec said. I checked my skills, and he had been right. We had gained that skill. Why hadn’t I gotten a notification?

“Congratulations, that should be a pretty big asset. Question though, why didn’t I get a notification on the new skill? I checked just to be sure, but it’s there, just nothing to inform me,” I said, confused.

“Oh, after the first species knowledge skill, it doesn’t bother telling you. I assume you get notifications about most attributes anymore, either,” Elicec said, and he was right. None of the sub-attributes had alerted me. They had just been there as things I could invest in.

“Fair enough. I suppose I was getting tired of the endless notification windows,” I said truthfully. They had rapidly grown annoying. The door swung open, signaling the end of our trip. We all hopped out and made our way back to Mel to report our success and see about another dungeon.

Pushing through the heavy exterior door, I looked around the adventurer hall as we reentered, and for the first time, I noticed how empty the place was. I knew we rarely had any kind of wait to interact with Mel or do any of our business. Was that normal? Before the thoughts really settled into the forefront of my curiosities, Mel spotted us from behind one of the weapons racks and floated out, looking glad to see us alive. Cecile spoke first, and Elicec and I let him tell the story in silent agreement.

“Look, I’m glad ya did as good as ya did there, but are you really sure you want to tackle another dungeon right now? With how quickly you grew, it’s possible, but the next two are directly on top of each other and may even be linked. We don’t have the full details there yet,” Mel said after Cecile finished.

“We’ve gotta push through this as fast as possible, right? We won’t gain much besides a little extra healing time sticking around here right now, so I figure we grab some food and get going,” I said.

Mel sighed before speaking. “I already ordered yer food. I figured there was no talking any of ya outta this, and I didn’t wanna waste any time. The next two dungeons are the Froggy Swamp and the Caverns of Sparkling Death. I strongly suggest you try to take out the first one before the second, but depending on how linked they turn out to be, I don’t know if that’ll end up viable or not,” Mel said.

“What makes a linked dungeon special? Oh, and before I forget, any guess why my mana orbs haven’t ranked up? I’m still double their level, and yet they’re beating me there,” I asked, both questions itching away in my brain for answers.

“I’ll get to that second question in a second, but first up, a linked dungeon means the cores are working together somehow. It could range from a simple agreement of non-hostility towards each other all the way to a weird type of romantic partnership, so ya gotta be careful as you figure out exactly what it is,” Mel answered the first question, pausing to grab some of the food that had appeared, and quickly gobbling it down before he continued. “The orbs, now that’s a hard question, tell me how your simulations work exactly.”

In between my own eating I did exactly as Mel asked, receiving several nods as I did so. “So the only real differences I can see between the simulation and the real thing are my injuries don’t last other than backlashes, and none of that feeling of being in a dungeon,” I said, wondering if it was either of those.

“The first is very unlikely to be a negative for anything, but some weird pain builds. The second could be a problem, though it won’t really ever put you behind since I guess you will still be doing the same number of dungeons generally. You just get a lot of extra fighting in you. That dungeon feeling yer describing, though, that’s your soul being pressed down on by an external force, it will learn to fight back against that more and more. That also ain’t the reason for the orbs. It’s gotta just be yer core ain’t big enough to give them all the energy for ranking up yet. You will probably always be a bit behind due to that, but the sheer volume of spells yer gonna have access to should greatly make up for it, and who knows, once your core is big enough, it might be able to push out more energy than the orbs can even take in daily,” Mel explained. That did make the most sense, there was only so much ambient core energy I had at the moment, and mine was being divided by six. I should have thought of that on my own.

“Yeah, that’s likely it. Thanks, Mel,” I said. I wished I had more time ...


Content cut off. Read original on https://old.reddit.com/r/HFY/comments/1hjsdzr/magical_engineering_chapter_37_twice_the_dungeons/

102
 
 
This is an automated archive made by the Lemmit Bot.

The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/kayenano on 2024-12-22 03:48:33+00:00.


[<< First] | [< Previous] | [Next >] | [Patreon] | [Discord]

Synopsis:

Juliette Contzen is a lazy, good-for-nothing princess. Overshadowed by her siblings, she's left with little to do but nap, read … and occasionally cut the falling raindrops with her sword. Spotted one day by an astonished adventurer, he insists on grading Juliette's swordsmanship, then promptly has a mental breakdown at the result.

Soon after, Juliette is given the news that her kingdom is on the brink of bankruptcy. At threat of being married off, the lazy princess vows to do whatever it takes to maintain her current lifestyle, and taking matters into her own hands, escapes in the middle of the night in order to restore her kingdom's finances.

Tags: Comedy, Adventure, Action, Fantasy, Copious Ohohohohos.

Chapter 329: Colour Coordination

As a princess, I was no stranger to being chased by the masses.

Whether it was the maids who brushed my hair, the maids who put on my clothes or the maids who picked up the socks which didn’t exist as I walked to the bathroom, unwanted adoration was a fact of life.

It mattered little whether I was in my favoured black dress or masterfully incognito. My regal aura pervaded all.

If it wasn’t the 2nd sons inviting themselves to my designated scowling zone in a soirée, it was the merchants camped outside town gates who incorrectly assumed that because my pouch was bottomless, my generosity was as well.

However, while boundaries were often viewed as guidelines rather than the official laws inscribed in my dreams that they were, few crowds ever breached decorum enough to send me fleeing. 

This, though–

“Kekekekekekekekekeke~”

This was very much a low point for common etiquette.

Behind me, the corridor of a highly makeshift castle was shaking. 

Horrifying when a single poodle decided to play catch with the fruit bowls masterfully painted in my portraits. But even more so when the cause was a stampede of demented serial killers. 

Redcaps.

Like most innocent maidens, my only experience with these diminutive murderers were from tales told by the daughters trespassing upon my mandatory tea table. Between my bouts of wakeful unconsciousness, I would catch excited snatches of conversation as brief as the sightings they claimed to enjoy.

Redcaps, after all, were nothing if not useful as a ready-made source of villainy and bedtime tales. 

When the threat of marrying into a lesser house was too grim a punishment for those below the age of 10, these fun-sized lunatics were a useful spectre instead, their sneers and crooked nails ready to steal away any young maiden who didn’t have dragons to fear instead.

Officially the cousins of goblins and even more officially a type of pixie, they were magic shaped into sadism and insanity. Summoned either by a complex blood ritual or by snacking past midnight, redcaps were favoured as both the monster in the closet and the darkness below the bed. 

After all, while they surely existed, no princess was likely to encounter one while safe within the confines of her tower.

A problem, then.

The closest thing I had to a tower was a shoddy castle where the inside was officially worse than the outside. 

A feat which deserved its own accolade. 

As I judged the corridors of falling pebbles and cracked mud, it was to an accompaniment of far too many footsteps behind me. Their boots tested the walls more than any siege could, joined by the frantic swishing of their cleavers and the shrill cry of their laughter managing to shake the very air.

This was unfortunate. 

For the redcaps, that is.

Boooooooooomph!

A crudely drawn rune stuck to the ground exploded. As did those around it. 

The result was clear even without glancing behind. Manic laughter and giddy delirium fought against the sound of redcaps disintegrating into whatever morbid magic held them together. And then they vanished, replaced by a chorus of thunder as a tinge of blue lit up the infinite crevasses around us.

After all–

The walls might be falling apart. But the traps they hid weren’t.

Within halls already boasting the appearance of well touristed ruins, I was greeted by the sound of ceaseless cranks and snaps as tiles lowered, strings were snapped and gongs were ominously smashed in the distance. 

Death and rust were slow to answer, but answer they did. 

Multiple pairs of giant hacksaws passed one another like broken scissors. 

Volleys of darts from tiny holes peppering the walls whisked through the air while leaving poison trailing in their wake. 

A gauntlet of flames swept up from protrusions in the ground, showering their own devices with a carpet of molten shards. 

Clouds of violet fumes hungrily lapped at the air, bristling with the floating visages of literal skulls.

“Hup.”

All the while … I used my delicate foot tapping technique to carefully discern the lethal traps before me. 

Pwoooooooooooooooooosh.

Yes.

Even if delicate foot tapping meant the traps triggering as I skipped without pause, ignoring the hacksaws, flames, darts and toxic clouds erupting behind me like all the colours of the rainbow.

“Hup … hup … hup.”

I dared to peek behind me.

Within the corridor, carnage abounded.

A gruesome display of goblin engineering. Little of which the pursuing redcaps cared about. 

Their joy was in the challenge of leaping off the disembodied backs of their peers as they swung their cleavers towards me. Off went their bright little hats as they were sliced, burned, and smothered, leaving only their echoing laughter behind.

I had not a word of admonishment. 

This was the exact sort of effort I expected from my foes. And if all of them committed to brutally murdering me with a cleaver instead of languishing with unworkable plots, perhaps Soap Island wouldn’t soon be needing actual accommodation instead of whatever open sky they indulged in.

“Oooh~”

Beside me, Coppelia briefly paused in her own skipping to glance at the destruction as well. 

Her bright eyes lit up further at the literal bonfire of magic and flames–just before she dipped her head beneath a swinging guillotine. Even so, she had enough time to break into applause as a cloud in the shape of a walrus burst forth to a shower of sparkles and floating hats now shorn of their owners. 

“9/10~” she said cheerily. “We get a free zoo trip with our trapped corridor! That’s attention to detail.”

I was aghast.

As I saw the beginnings of a dozen spikes releasing from their crevasse, it was all I could do to shake my head while watching them impale the air where my face had just been.

“C-Coppelia! … We’re being chased by a literal horde of homicidal lunatics whose bloodlust won’t allow them to cease even when literal fire is in front of them. This is hardly the time for idleness!”

“... So the sasquatch was your favourite?”

“The alpaca,” I admitted. “I would give that toxic cloud shape a generous 7/10 … maybe 8/10. But not because I think they’re somewhat endearing. It’s simply that their wool is often of a higher quality than their sheep counterpart. It’s softer and less fibrous.”

“Alpacas are cute, aren’t they?”

I bit my lips.

“They … They just look so silly, Coppelia. And fluffy.”

Coppelia giggled … all the while, a pyre of redcaps melted behind us to a ceaseless trove of goblin traps.

Frankly, I was almost impressed.

Almost.

The boasts of the goblin foreman weren’t quite justified. But few were in the competitive world of trapped corridors. Acknowledgement was due, however, for the fact that a hodgepot castle was able to feature modern designs in anti-intruder mechanisms.

That meant colour coordination.

It was as chaotic as a witch’s favourite concoction, yes … but unlike a paint palette, the colours of flame, magic and alchemy when mixed were wildly unpredictable. Even if unintentional, I was glad for the opportunity to test the effects before knowing which I would suggest to my stewards.

True, I didn’t quite hope to admire this while activating every trap simultaneously … but that’s fine!

When it came to princesses refusing to die to a bloodthirsty horde who didn’t have the courtesy to wipe off the blood from their previous victim, nothing could match my skipping! 

Especially when the eager killers themselves were their own worst obstacle. 

Any time a redcap threatened to escape the cacophony of destruction, a hand from the horde would purposefully drag them back in. 

To the worthy goes the spoils. Or in this case, the one least betrayed by their own.

“You know,” said Coppelia as she watched as a bolt of acid zip past her nose. “I’m pretty sure that somewhere, a goblin is watching this with a glum face. Traps probably shouldn’t be murdering the guys chasing after us.”

“The glum face can be reversed, then. They’re by far the best things about this slapdash castle.”

“Oooh … that sounds like a hidden compliment.”

“It’s simply less of an insult.” I ducked as a twirling orb of ice shattered itself into the opposing wall, leaving a scorch as black as flames behind. “But while they’re not effective in catching princesses, I concede they’ve value elsewhere. I’ve even a mind to consider some of these combinations for the Ro...


Content cut off. Read original on https://old.reddit.com/r/HFY/comments/1hjqjoj/the_villainess_is_an_ss_rank_adventurer_chapter/

103
 
 
This is an automated archive made by the Lemmit Bot.

The original was posted on /r/hfy by /u/AdventurousRun6351 on 2024-12-22 02:20:21+00:00.


In the last days of the grand war of reptiles, the intergalactic congression, with the aid of the humans of Terra Prime and Ungar of Ugathara, made leaps and bounds in the struggle against the Quzar Lizard Men. Nearly all of the lizard planetary posts had been destroyed or overtaken one after the other, with victory on the horizon. Just when it seemed like total victory was assured, a piece of terrible news rang the ears of the high council, and immediate action was taken.

A small militia was formed within days and sent off to the uninhabited world of Graxgrah. A planet with no intelligent life, nearly twice the size of Terra Prime moon, and covered in thick deciduous forests and long stretches of mountains with streams and lakes wrapping around its equator. A seemingly uninteresting planet worth no notice except for the Quazar Lizard men, who have made a small outpost there for some reason. Perhaps a final stand against all odds? A last-ditch foothold? Who knows?

But when the reason was discovered, a code red was initiated! General Tuxy, a Grollnid, a species of xeno that Terrans describe as looking like their stereotypical description of aliens, took the lead. Being co-lead by the Hierophant Flix, accompanied by five members of the Terrasquawalla species, a group of xenos resembling turtles, and three humans from Terra Prime. Once they made landfall at Graxgrah, the small militia made a small camp to serve the planet and locate the Quazar Lizardmen. The three humans, three fraternal triples known as Jack, Jox, and Jake, set out on their own to do their own service and scope of the planet in the hope of finding anything on the lizards.

While Tuxy wouldn't normally allow anyone to go out alone, the Terrans were from a class 15 deathworld, and Graxgrah was a class 8. This would be easy for them, and besides, Terrans always made progress on whatever they did. The day they set off, things were good, but when the mandatory update was required, they didn't call in. It was quickly found that something in Graxgrah's atmosphere made radio contact impossible! General Tuxy could only hope that the Terrans would see this and return within the day, but they never did.

The day turned to night, and soon, the days passed without the Terrans making any return. General Tuxy could only assume that they had perished, whether to the local fauna or the lizards. But a medical event happened when all three Terrans returned one odd day, about a week after their apparent disappearance! While everyone was glad they weren't dead, Tuxy was thrilled and immediately grilled the three brothers.

"Where in the name of the seventh moon have you three been?? I would've thought the three of you would've tried to contact us at the scheduled time, realized this planet couldn't send radio signals, and then returned to base! But instead, you three went on and vanished for a whole month, making all of us think you died!" he yelled at the triples, his two large black eyes turning shades of red.

The three humans looked nervous at his grilling, and they didn't know what to say for a long while until Jack, the tallest brother with the curliest hair, told him, "It's...complicated."

"I don't think you'd believe us, even if we told you," Jox, the middle child of the triples with the blondest and shortest hair, added.

"And-wait, did you say month? We were gone for a month? But I thought it was only a week?" Jake, the youngest and the one with the most freckles, asked in confusion as his brothers also had the same expression.

"It might have felt like a week to you, but it has been a month. Time on this planet flows differently," Flix told the three as Tuxy claimed himself down.

Tuxy grumbled something to himself while pulling in his face. After calming down a bit, he fixed his combat gear and vest while telling the triplets they were to be resigned to civil and janitorial duty unless they actually had something on the lizards and not just goofed off for the last month. Something that the three men smiled at early on as they took out several maps, scanner copies, pictures, and various other such things, spreading them over a folding table. They went one by one and explained what they found out about the lizards. They even triangulated several ways to get around their defenses, ground troops, and sensors, giving them the optimal route to where their actual base of operation was.

Tuxy was generally surprised by this and almost elated that they fulfilled their mission with such ease! Perhaps this mission would go even faster than normal. Humans really did make a difference. Even though he wanted to punish them for not coming back right away, he knew they clearly didn't know about the planet, and they did just make this potential long-winded stakeout and intel recovery much faster! Now they could get straight to the fun part, where they ran in, going bang bang on everything that moved!

So he told the three brothers that they were on kitchen and cleanup duty for the remainder of their time on the planet, which they accepted. Tuxy gathered the rest of the militia around the table and laid out their game plan, which would be completed by sunrise tomorrow. They would combine three of the humans' mapped routes into one to avoid detection and get as close to the lizard's main base as quickly as possible before they finished what they were doing. With that, he dismissed them.

The group dispersed to return to whatever they were doing before the three brothers went off to freshen up after being away from a shower for over a month and smelled like it, too. Once they had been cleaned up in the ship's onboard shower and returned to the outside camp, they began to work on preparing dinner for everyone. A task easier said than done. While humans could eat anything so long as it was cleaned, well-cooked, and had a bit of flavor, the other three species had very specific dietary requirements.

Grollnids needed their food made with as much water as possible. Hierophants, despite having stomaches like humans, primarily ate meat, which had to be raw or alive. The Terrasquawalla mostly ate vegetables but had to have them sullied in dirt or muck as it helped their gut bacteria. So, by the time they finished everyone else's extremely crazy supper, they were too tired to make anything more complex and just threw whatever was left into a quick stew.

As they sat and ate with the group, Jox struck up a conversation with Flix as he was swallowing his meal whole. Casually asking him, "So, care to explain how a whole dang month has passed in our absence?"

"The same reason that the Quazar Lizardmen have taken a liking to this planet.", Flix replied after his mouth wasn't full of food but watched as the bulge slithered down his extended neck.

"And that would be?", Jox inquired further.

After the food finally made it to his stomach, Flix gave a small burp before replying vaguely, "The core of this planet is filled with a very rare substance known as Chronoium." the bothers all looked at him confused as Flix sighed in exasperation before telling them, "It's a rare rock that affects time itself. It's used on our wrap drives so spaceships and space stations easily move millions of light years in seconds without the use of a wormhole. A small fragment can be used to send a mega class space station 1.3 billion light-years on just it alone."

"So that's what that weird rock is I see in the engine room?" Jake stated aloud in a thinking tone while sipping on his spoon.

"Yes, and they are very valuable. The high council had no idea a planet had a core made up of it.", Tuxy added.

"Until the lizards.", Jack inquired.

"Until the lizards," Tuxy agreed while slurping the rest of his meal, which was basically water-logged food of different varieties. Setting his bowl down, he stood up and instructed the group, "Get some rest, boys; we have a tough day ahead of us, and hopefully, the last one on this planet."

Before the sun rose the next day, the small militia had already awoken and geared up. They were already making their way through the thickest grove of trees to avoid being separated from the lizard tech or their natural senses, knowing full well that the planet's pine trees gave off such a pungent aroma that it masked even the smelliest Terrasquawalla—and they had three! By the time the first rays of light had shown through the horizon, the group had already made it halfway without a single lizard in sight, which was equal parts a good and bad thing.

This was good because they didn't need to fight prematurely and alert others, but it was bad because the Terrans' report said that they were very spread out. So where were they? By the time they reached the halfway point, the group had realized far too late that they had ascended a mountain that led to a sheer-faced cliff with an imminent drop! Tuxy looked all over and around the area, looking for an easy way to get across that didn't involve climbing down several thousands of feet down and up again, going around, or trying to get across with jet boosters and grapple lines that wouldn't reach before they failed and fell.

Tuxy cheeked the map and realized that this cliff was on it, but he got his wires crossed somewhere along the way and didn't realize it, so blaming the Terran was a no-go. This was on him, and they needed to move fast since the lizards were up to something. So he stamped his foot and yelled, "Dammit...


Content cut off. Read original on https://old.reddit.com/r/HFY/comments/1hjp427/humans_can_make_friends_with_anything_part_1/

104
 
 

Source: Toaru Series

105
 
 

cross-posted from: https://lemm.ee/post/50370102

The report outlined that the fallout is due to differences over the creative direction of the franchise, with Amazon reportedly in favour of “Marvel-style” ideas to expand the franchise, such as spinoff shows and films.

No, for fucks sake. No!

Broccoli is reported to have baulked at the pitch, telling friends that Amazon are “fucking idiots” who are taking the franchise “hostage”. She has reportedly expressed her disinterest in continuing to work with Amazon for any Bond films. NME has reached out to Amazon MGM Studios for comment.

"Fucking idiots" indeed. And too predictable, to be honest.

106
 
 

cross-posted from: https://lemm.ee/post/50436226

107
 
 
108
109
 
 

Currently I'm running some services though Docker on a Proxmox VM. Before I had Proxmox, I thought containers were a very clean way of organizing my system. I'm currently wondering if I can just install the services I always use on the VM directly. What are the pros and cons of that?

110
111
112
113
89
Dangly Derp (i.imgur.com)
submitted 7 hours ago by eccentric@lemm.ee to c/cat@lemmy.world
 
 

cross-posted from: https://lemm.ee/post/50435946

114
 
 

Hi again Lemmy! This is Dihar, again with a new release for Treedome. I haven't posted a new post for this project since 0.5.0, so I'll just list down all the changes that happened since then! For those of you who have been using this program, thank you for the kind and supportive words. Here's to more releases, and please ask me anything you want down below!

If you want to know more, check this out https://codeberg.org/solver-orgz/treedome/compare/0.5.0...0.5.4.

Important Additions:

  1. Windows build is now available from the release page
  2. Copy pasting links are now working properly
  3. Added math extension, can be tested by typing $\LaTeX$
  4. Added fixes based on ItsFoss suggestions https://news.itsfoss.com/treedome/
  5. New button to sort notes, will only affect itself and its children
  6. New window to display all tags in the document, accessible from the escape menu
  7. Improve full text searches (ctrl+shift+f) and give more relevant info

Miscellaneous:

  1. Upgrade Tauri from v1 to v2
  2. Upgrade dependencies
  3. Spotlight searches queries are now more tolerant/relaxed
  4. Snappier animation for most windows
  5. Reduce choppiness when scrolling in modals
  6. Fixed full text search not applying yellow highlight on text editor after search page is being reopened
  7. Fixed broken document after setting the timeout duration above certain threshold
  8. Reduced the already small 8MB package to 5MB. Thanks @allie for noticing!

Also, this project are in need for some graphic design loving thing. Need a logo. Anyone knows where to find communities for this?

115
 
 
116
 
 

Nur zwei von den großen Parteien spielen nicht mit. Welch Überraschung.

117
 
 

lustig weil funni

118
119
120
 
 

I'm looking into buying a new system and I wonder which of all the mainboard manufacturers you recommend for Linux in general and gaming in particular? Which ones have the best Linux driver support and which ones publish open source drivers? Are AMD or Intel chipsets preferred?

Also general best bang for the buck recommendations are appreciated!

And yes, I have googled this and I have some ideas, but I'm interested in what my fellow Lemmies think. And I also want this information to be here on Lemmy instead of Reddit or AI generated blogs. If you feel offended by this, you're totally free to not reply and also down vote this post.

121
 
 
122
 
 

Hi,

I'm a second-year PhD student in mathematics at a large university in the US. I really like the research group that I'll be working with; my advisor is great. The issue is, we have strict requirements for quals, and I'm teetering right on the edge of being forced out of the program. I have two more attempts, but afterwards, that's it. And I'm also really bad at the whole test-taking thing, so I don't like my odds.

So, as a young person with an MS in mathematics, what exactly would the options be for me outside of academia? If I flunk out, I want to have some idea in mind for what I can do. My interests in math have always tended towards the more abstract (functional analysis and dynamical systems); it's the quals in either PDEs or numerical analysis (the applied subjects) that are messing me up.

My PhD is stressful and anxiety-inducing, but at least it gives me purpose and direction in life. This time last year after I failed first year PDEs I wound up in a psychiatric ward. So, I want to know what possible options there are so that I don't end up in the same situation. I have issues with a lot of the "standard" options for industry mathematicians though:

  • I utterly despise programming. I can not think of a more miserable, dreary existence than becoming a professional programmer, or working in the tech industry and having to code regularly. I know how to do it. I'm doing as much as I need to to study numerical analysis to get that qual over with so I can go on to things in math that I want to do; and in undergrad I double majored in math and CS. But I just can't do it 8 hours a day every day for the rest of my life, and this is a lot of what people recommend.

  • I don't want to work in one of those white-collar banking stock brokering environments. From undergrad I know the sorts of people that those places are filled with, and they are not really people that I've ever been able to get along with. Even teaching "math for business majors" my students made me feel uncomfortable at times. (Plus, there are people with specialized degrees in these fields who would be better for them; plus, again, those jobs seem to be coding and solving PDEs). In particular I've been personally fucked over by the insurance industry enough that I will never work there.

  • I could try to go into teaching I suppose. I've quite enjoyed it, and I get good reviews. But, aside from my TA duties here, I have no formal qualifications. My understanding is that most places require an advanced degree specific to teaching in order to be a teacher, and I don't think I can put myself through more years of graduate school coursework just to go for my consolation-prize career.

  • I can't easily fall back on my family for support. We are not on speaking terms.

It's an absolute long-shot, but are there any careers that feel like the research part of grad school, but without the stuff that's miserable about it (the coursework and bureaucracy)? Money is not an issue for me at all. If I can get over the hurdle of early-on coursework and quals, I will live a far more fulfilling life in grad school making 19k/year than I would as a wall-street tech CEO investor. But that's far from a guarantee at this point, and I just don't even know where to begin looking for any jobs at all I would want to do outside of academia.

123
124
 
 

I just came across a post talking about this and I haven't seen it anywhere else. Anyone wanna talk about it? It seems big. There seem to be really many protests right now in Serbia.

On 1 December, a silent march was held in Novi Sad to commemorate one month since the collapse. By early December, Serbian students had begun organizing 24-hour blockades at some school campuses. By mid-December, more than 50 university campuses and multiple secondary schools had suspended classes due to student protests. On 11 December, students demonstrated at the headquarters of television station RTS, for their broadcasting of President Aleksandar Vučić's claims that demonstrators are being funded by Western countries who seek to destabilize Serbia. On 13 December, farmers in central Serbia blocked a road with tractors. As of December, protesters continue to gather in large numbers, demanding justice for the victims of the collapse and greater transparency in governance. Police presence in the city has been significantly increased, and there have been sporadic clashes reported. Efforts at dialogue between protest leaders and government officials have so far failed to de-escalate the situation.[citation needed]

Extra articles:

Here's the post that got shared to me which made me search for what's going on from this account (warning: it is heavily opionated):

It was under this account (I don't know what they represent exactly, first time seeing them):

125
 
 

Mark Burnett, the power producer who helped reintroduce Donald Trump to a national television audience with “The Apprentice,” is being tapped by the president-elect as special envoy to the United Kingdom in his upcoming administration.

“With a distinguished career in television production and business, Mark brings a unique blend of diplomatic acumen and international recognition to this important role,” Trump announced Saturday.

Burnett, who was born in London, helped produce hits like “Survivor” and “The Voice,” but is perhaps best known for teaming up with Trump for “The Apprentice,” which first aired on NBC in 2004.

view more: ‹ prev next ›