Shannon Butcher

-100 years after the apocalypse- Jonan Westrian—a boy born into nobility, power, and suffering. From an early age, he was tormented by his father, a ruthless duke who saw him as nothing more than a failure. But Jonan is no ordinary noble. He is the descendant of Greyrat Westrian—an abnormal, one of the rare beings who surpass human limits, powerful enough to rule the world. But power means nothing when you have no place to call home. Cast out. Betrayed. Left to die. Jonan must survive in a world where commoners butcher each other for food, where monsters lurk in every shadow, waiting for their next prey. But Jonan will not die. He cannot. Not until he returns. Not until he makes them pay. Not until he teaches the nobles the meaning of true pain. This is no hero’s story. This is a story of vengece.

Betrayed. Butchered. Forgotten. Xiao Jian clawed his way to power in his past life, surviving the apocalypse only to be stabbed in the back by those he trusted most. As he lay dying, choking on his blood, he realized the truth—he had been nothing more than a pawn. He never even glimpsed the true horrors lurking behind the apocalypse. Then, he opened his eyes. Reborn at the very start of it all, with memories of the future burning in his mind and a system whispering power into his grasp, Xiao Jian will not be the same fool twice. His killers will suffer. His betrayers will kneel. And this time, he will not just survive—he will reign. But vengeance is only the first step. The apocalypse was never about mindless zombies or warring factions. In the abyss beyond reality, the Outer Gods watch, their endless hunger stretching across worlds. Xiao Jian’s path will carve through rivers of blood, through unspeakable horrors and eldritch nightmares. And when the gods themselves stand in his way— He will cut them down. For he is not just another pawn in their game. He is the apocalypse. Revenge | System | Dark | Pure Domination | Romance

Betrayed and butchered by his treacherous best friend, Carlo's soul was consumed by an insatiable thirst for vengeance. Reincarnated into the body of Eduardo, a lowly servant, he vowed to dismantle the ruthless Mafia empire of Marcello Diabolo, the monster who orchestrated his brutal demise. But plans went awry upon meeting Marcello. "You're mine, Eduardo. Why don't you spread your legs for me" Eduardo's resolve wavered as Marcello's seductive pull intensified. "Run, and I'll catch you. You'll never escape my bed" Marcello warned. "I need you inside me, not once, not twice, do it until I break" Torn between revenge and desire, Eduardo's secret threatened to expose him. Would Marcello's obsession endure, or would Eduardo succumb to his enemy's passion? Will Eduardo's quest for vengeance consume him, or will Marcello's fiery passion reduce his resolve to ashes?"

Book 1: Crown of Vengeance "Blood cannot be washed away, and vengeance burns brighter than any flame." Selene Draven was once the most feared assassin in the Ironclad Kingdom, a master of shadows who answered only to the king’s command. But when her family is butchered, and she’s framed for their murder, her world crumbles. Imprisoned in Ironkeep, a fortress designed to break even the strongest, Selene is offered a dangerous bargain: infiltrate the Frostveil Court of the enigmatic King Caelan Veyrannis and uncover his secrets. Thrown into a deadly game of politics, power, and betrayal, Selene must navigate a world of hate while hiding her true nature, one that could change the balance of power in all Aeloria. But as tensions rise between the kingdoms, Selene finds herself drawn to two men who threaten to unravel everything she’s fought for: the cunning Prince Kade Blackthorn, who wields charm like a blade, and the cold yet compelling King of the North, who sees far more than he should. Betrayal is inevitable. Love is dangerous. And vengeance...vengeance is everything. Excerpt: Selene's hand ran down his abdomen, he cocked his head to the right, "Are you here to kill me or seduce me?" "How about both? I mean...a girl do have needs." she bit her lips leaning close enough, their lips were just inches apart. Her other hand moved in a flash, pressing a blade against his inner thigh, just inches from his manhood. He tensed, but the grin on his lips didn’t falter. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Selene, careful where you aim that thing.” “Careful?” she echoed, “You’re the one who’s unarmed, Your Majesty. Maybe you should be the careful one.”

After losing her job, Wan Qian unexpectedly inherits the estate of an distant great-uncle—a remote countryside farm. She originally thought she could enjoy a leisurely rural life, working at sunrise and resting at sunset. However, she soon discovers that the farm is unbelievably strange—animals on the farm produce crops, whispers rustle from the wardrobe at midnight, and what flows from the faucet is not clear water but thick red liquid… Even more absurd, interns who come to work always mysteriously "resign," leaving only a calm and composed butler who hands her a new labor contract with a smile every day. Faced with all this, Wan Qian optimistically rolls up her sleeves: "Alright then, running a farm isn't easy. I have to find a way to turn a profit." So, using outrageous workplace logic and farm management experience, she tames an eldritch god into a guard dog, hires a midnight butcher as a chef, and even enlists a faceless girl as an accountant… While others tremble in fear, she leisurely patrols the farmland: "No slacking off! If performance targets aren't met, your wages will be docked." Thus, a farm where "humans and ghosts and monsters" beings coexist is officially open for business! —Horror? Not at all. With the right job assignments, every ghost and monster can be a model corporate worker!

Synopsis: Aliens have invaded, and the human race is in decline. This is the current situation on Blue Star in a parallel world. Jiang Tian, who comes from Earth, possesses terrifyingly powerful talents, but all he ever wanted was to be a cook. Until he discovered that aliens themselves were the most perfect and top-tier ingredients. And the strongest school beauty who teamed up with him had a special ability—the God’s Tongue, which helped him improve his cooking skills. --- "Golden-Winged Dapeng Clan, don't run away! These spicy chicken wings just won’t work without you." "I admit that you Bull Demons are thick-skinned and tough, but if I use Cook Ding’s technique to butcher an ox, how will you respond?" "How is this even possible?! The ingredients are actually fighting back?!" --- As the saying goes, foodies are not scary, but what’s truly terrifying is when the foodie is too strong. The alien races cried out in despair— "The human race is the strongest… why is it a cook?!" --- This is the story of a cook who feeds all races. --- This is a translation. All content of this novel is own by its original Author.

Author-san here! Well, I know you're all here for some adventure, so don't worry. I've got you covered! (^0^)  This is my original work, and I know you all will like it. So shamelessly lean back into your seats and read away!  Of course, don't forget to check out my other books: •I'm The King Of Technology. •Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You? •And finally: 'In A Cultivation World With An Entertainment Park.' You can also visit my website for more books: https://LumydeeNovels.Gumroad.com/ Well, that's enough of that. So back to the synopsis! ...... What to do? Ji Feng suddenly found himself in the body of a youngster named Wolfram Lockhart, the son of the deceased village head. Okay. So he transmigrated. That, he could live it.  But please... Can anyone tell him why he transmigrated with such a crazy system by his side? [Host, it looks like your uncle is heading your way. Hahahhahaha~... Host, you're about to get butchered. This is fun to watch!] '_' [Host, host, where are you going? So what if you're as weak as a chicken? Come on, dive into the battle. What's the worst that can happen?] '_' [Wait! Host, where are you doing? The battlefield is that way! Host! Host! Host!.. Dammit! What a waste of heavenly popcorn!] (:T^T:) .... One boy, one unbelievable system.  Ji Feng... No!... Wolfram Lockhart... now found himself in the strange world of Grandia, starting from the weakest level ever... A mortal! In this world of palladium, Sky ranking abilities, and Creatures of myths and legends, Wolfram only had one domain from it all.  With his head to the heavens and his little man out of his pants, he was quick to spray his fluid while raining uncountable curses at them.  Why? Why in God's name did they send him a Suicidal system?

In an instant, our world disappeared. It began with people turning into zombies, leading to chaos. Civilization crumbled as people fought and exploited one another. betrayed siblings, wives killed husbands, men butchered themselves, and women sold their bodies. Friends became enemies, and gangs rose as warlords, ruling over the ruins with blood and fear. Soon, cannibalism became the norm as the government fell silent, its remnants fading into obscurity. But that was only the beginning. The undead multiplied, spreading like an unstoppable plague. Cities crumbled, and desperate survivors fled to the countryside, finding no escape. Society fractured, and everything changed—some believed it was nature reclaiming its throne while others saw it as mankind’s downfall. Then came the true disaster: the infection spread to animals, plants, and the land, morphing the world into something hostile. Amid this chaos, a force known as the organizers emerged, selecting 10 million individuals across eight continents. These users gained access to a strategic system, allowing them to build fortresses, craft weapons, and become warlords. Survival came at a cost; users could bury zombie corpses in designated crypts for points while preventing contamination. Commanders leading the strongest factions could absorb others' systems, fostering a brutal cycle of conquest as the dead rose and the living turned against one another.

Nature is fair—it follows fixed rules and remains impartial regardless of race, age or gender. Natural selection is something which all living things must face and humans are no exception. Silas was only fourteen when he lost his parents to the brutal orc bandit raids. For years, he worked in the field just to provide for himself and his sister, Ruth. Life was going smooth and there was hope for the future, and then the raiders came back. They tried to run like other villagers, but they were hunted down like animals by the raiders. Silas fought with all his might but was fatally injured. Half-dead, he was forced to watch the orc butcher his sister while she screamed his name for help. Pain, grief and anger overwhelmed him. Why is the world so cruel to me? I know bad things happen, but why always me? Why did they have to Kill Ruth? She's only 12 for God’s sake! {What if I give you the power to fight back?} I will make them run like they made me! I will butcher their children and women like they did to mine! I won't stop until every single one of them are dead! {What if I tell you the earth and the heavens are responsible for your misfortune?} Even if the earth gathers and the heaven descends; I will fight! {Welcome to the fold, Sin of Wrath... Be wary of every one, especially other members of the 7 deadly sins... The battle for succession amongst the seven princes of hell is unforgiving and ruthless!} ------ So I decided to ignore my health and attempt to write all three books covering the sins of pride, lust and wrath. I may burn out, or run mad midway, or succeed. So yeah, I'll take the chance. Like I said in the other books, I haven't created a discord community before, so it may take me a while to set one up. Be patient with me, okay? Wish me luck and thank you for your support!

Life stinks-literally-when you're a rat in North Africa. Between dodging butcher's cats, stealing stale bread, and listening to humans complain about "inflation" (whatever that is), our hero has had enough. Tired of running for his life and eating food that tastes like disappointment, he dreams of something more. And then, he meets a rat who once lived in New York City, a place where rats feast like kings and live without fear (or so he says). Determined to escape his miserable life, he sets off on an adventure to immigrate to the USA. But the streets of New York aren't as welcoming as he imagined, and he soon realizes that surviving there might be even harder than back home. Will he find the good life he's been dreaming of? Or will he learn that the world is one giant rat trap? A funny, dramatic, and unexpected journey about survival, ambition, and the great rat dream.

Under the blood-streaked moon, Raelyn is trapped in a nightmarish slaughterhouse, surrounded by twisted corpses and relentless killer. As the butcher carves through his victims with sickening precision, Raelyn must escape the carnage before becoming part of his grotesque collection. Echoes of the Damned is a relentless journey of terror, drenched in blood and unimaginable horror.

When happens when a desperate youth player gets a system that gives him a second chance at football? Alexis Butcher was destined for football greatness—until a devastating injury shattered his dreams before they even began. At rock bottom, with no hope left, an extraordinary twist changes everything: a mysterious system activates within him, offering a miraculous second chance at the game he loves. Now, armed with incredible abilities and a relentless drive to succeed, Alexis returns to the pitch. Watch as he humiliates defenders, sets up stunning assists, and racks up goals in his pursuit of becoming the greatest footballer the world has ever seen.

I'm Xavier Cromwell, a 21-year-old university student and web novel author. My days are pretty routine—attending classes, managing assignments, and squeezing in time to write my novel "RISE FROM THE ASHES". Today seemed no different, the steady clatter of my keyboard filling the room as I crafted another chapter. But then the doorbell rang, interrupting my flow. DING! I sighed, reluctantly pushing away from my desk and heading to the door. Little did I know, my life was about to take a turn I never saw coming. The moment I opened the door, something—or rather someone—came barreling into me. It was like a pink blur, and before I could even react, I was on the floor, knocked flat by what felt like a human missile. Clutching onto me, the pink rocket—no, a girl, her arms wrapped tightly around me—gazed up with sparkling eyes and, in the sweetest, most endearing voice, she whispered: "I've finally found you, my HUSBAND~" *** Note: The story takes place in an alternate universe, with a different geography and countries. Genre: Action, Adventure, Fantasy, Romance, Smut, Yandere, Mecha, Harem, Sci-fi A/N: [About NTR and Yuri] "No one will be harmed. I swear to God." "The NTR B*stards butchered every Vanilla Fans when they took over Webnovel." "I am not those B*stards. I am Rex... Rex_Ashburn."

Between the howls and wails, the screams and cries of women being raped, and the villagers being eaten and butchered like cattle, there was a middle-aged man who was desperately running away while yelling his lungs out. ''Why.... WHY!!! YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKERS!!!'' His clothes were in tatters and marred in blood, with his body being barely able to function. His state was simply beyond recognition. As for where he was running to... It didn't matter... He just wanted to flee the hellish scene that was unfolding behind him. His remote village, the one he had lived in his entire life, was now a fiery beacon illuminating the night. ''Whyyyyy areeeeeee youuuuuuuuuu runninnnnnnnnnnng awwaaayyyy froooooom usssssssss?'' Terrifying low growls and voices could be perceived behind him, and every time he heard them, his body released adrenaline to try to override its limits, but to no avail as his injuries were just too severe. The humanoid creatures pursuing him were like shadows, barely distinguishable through the cover of the night. Their eyes, akin to black holes, were fixed on their prey as it struggled for its pathetic life. Their faint and sinister giggles kept reverberating through the darkness... *** As blood rushed up his throat and leaked at the corners of his mouth, his sinister appearance aggravated to where he resembled a devil. During his maniacal laugh, his punctured lungs had finally given out, causing his whole body to collapse on the ground and dyeing it a scarlet shade. His mind went blank, while his consciousness left his battered body. *** After what appeared to be a few minutes, he suddenly woke up. He was startled at first, but he soon realized that he had indeed died. Everything around him was black, without an ounce of life in sight. He was basically a spirit floating in the absolute void. ''So this is what happens when you die... You just drift in darkness... That's actually underwhelming. I wonder if I'll just fade away'' When Derrick's thoughts started to drift, a prompt appeared in front of him. [Welcome to System Nemesis, Derrick Tarlin] [Would you like to seek revenge? Yes/No]

After losing everything, Daron Lamb is consumed by grief and guilt, until he's recruited by the Special Magic Force, an elite unit protecting the balance between magical and non-magical worlds. Together, they uncover a secret organization determined to free the God of Chaos, a force sealed away to protect humanity. As Daron investigates, he uncovers a chilling link between the group and his tragic past. Driven by revenge, he joins forces with his new allies to stop them. But as the truth behind the organization’s motives begins to surface, Daron is forced to confront a disturbing possibility: freeing the God of Chaos, though orchestrated by his enemies, might not bring the destruction he's been led to believe. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Daron's gaze drifted downward to his chest. Below, the stark contrast of a faint blue light against his white skin caught his eye—a soft glow emanating from his own chest. It softly pulsed, a gentle luminescence that ebbed and flowed with the rhythm of his own heartbeat. Baffled, he just sat there for a few moments, observing. As his fingers touched the source of light, he was surprised to find that everything felt normal, as if it had always been this way. It was like nothing had changed at all. Daron's eyes widened in disbelief when he noticed a strange black liquid seeping into the wounds on his chest—a substance like ink, flowing from within him. It moved with purpose, filling the gaps left by the fat butcher and stanching the flow of blood that had painted his skin red. "By the gods," he gasped, the sight both unsettling and miraculous. The black liquid quickly solidified, forming scars as black as the night sky. His eyes remained fixed on the eerie scene, his breath steadying to a normal rhythm. He was a magician now… it felt strange. He didn't feel particularly different. Sure, a mysterious substance had just mended his broken skin, but other than that, he didn't feel like he could do anything… new, anything special. He stretched out his hand, trying to summon a sharp wind to cut down his shackles. Nothing happened. Next, a flame, to burn down his cell. Nothing happened. “Figures,” he said to himself. “Why would it be easy?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For news and feedback, feel free to join the Vessel of Shadows Discord: https://discord.gg/dmCYCKNwx7

And then I feel his nose on my neck as he nuzzles me, with the tip of his fingers tracing where my tattoo is supposed to be on the nape of my neck. I try to push him away,I really do but it feels like he is just too strong or my other senses have been weakened. "I want to see you" he says bitting my already red and sensitive ear tip I force myself to keep my eyes open and my mouth shut to close off whatever strange sound was about to come out of it. "I...I....you ...are..." And he moves away and I almost grumble from the loss of contact That bastard It is true that the enemity between the weres, vampires and witches have lasted for centuries,with the weres playing a vital role in the witches endangerment, hence raising questions at the birth of this child however if the claims are true it would be unwise to terminate a possible chance at upholding peace with the witches. "The devil will tell you nine truths so that you will believe one lie" ~Shannon Mayer, Shadowed threads *7 years ago* The rain is pouring heavily and without caution the sky lightens up followed by thunderous boomings, the scent of the earth is clean and fresh and my path is barely visible but that doesn't stop me from moving on. The heavy drops of rain as stones doesn't stop me and the painful slashes of leaves across my face doesn't stop me either. The cuts of slabs and shells on my bare feet doesn't stop me and the angry gust of wind doesn't stop me either. I'm drenched but I barely feel it ,I keep on walking on this beach like field and finally I spot it.... The old and scary looking cottage. How it still stands amazes me but that's not why I'm here And just like every other time,the rain abruptly stops and the sun brings forth her warmth with a smile and the hustling and bustling of nature returns ,the chirping of birds resumes the sound of swooshing waves can be heard and all of this ..... Happens only when she begins singing "Black bird, black bird, come to me, My sweet darling, my heart's ecstasy. The wind is whispering secrets in my ear, Of a freedom waiting, beyond this drear...." Never have I ever heard a voice so sweet it drips honey. A voice that beckons the trees to sway their stems and leaves to it's tune. A voice that sounded like the mother of creation. The voice of earth herself. Slowly I make my way into the cottage and I find her in the same spot I've always had. Her back to me as she sits on a dressing table brushing her thick and long red hair with a calm and alluring glow. A beauty She appears to be the only presence of life in the seemingly dead room. I walk closer to her till I'm at arms length "...Your wings so fragile yet strong and free..." I believe she feels my presence when she stops singing then drops the brush on the table and with a sweet smile causing her doe eyes to brighten, gestures for me to sit down as she rises with a grace I would never be able to posses not even in a lifetime. I do as she directed and take her position on the stool and she picks up the brush and begins dressing my hair. I look into the mirror in front of which we ceremoniously sit as our images can not be reflected. "Why won't you just let me help you?" I ask trying to turn to face her but she keeps me in place with a hand on my shoulder. I sigh in defeat. "What are you going to teach me today?" She pauses for a while. "Nothing" her whisper barely audible. "Tell me something...... I'm not the only one who knows about you,am I?" She resumes brushing. "What did you see?" "Who did I see?" I retrieve the brush from her and place it on the table I turn to look at her same time she turns and walks to the bed to sit "Nothing here is real,love" "Is he the reason you're trapped here?" "Like you he's one of the reasons I want to get out " "Does he know he's my dad?"

Feared across Murim, the Sword Demon was known as a ruthless butcher, cutting down martial masters without mercy. But the truth? He never wanted this life. Born a peasant, he only sought to survive in the beast-infested mountains. A simple breathing technique awakened his rare martial physique, allowing him to create a martial art perfectly suited to his body. But strength invites challengers. One after another, warriors came seeking his head, forcing him into endless bloodshed. Then came the Sword Saint, Murim’s revered warrior. For the first time, the Sword Demon believed he had found a true match. Their battle shook the land for three days and two nights. But even in his wounded state, he emerged victorious. Yet, instead of delivering the final blow, he turned his sword on himself. “…You were my last hope.” As blood pooled beneath him, Murim would soon spread the tale: The Sword Demon had finally fallen

In a world where nightmares bleed into reality, one woman’s fight for justice becomes a battle against forces beyond comprehension... The Case That Defies Reason: Elena West, a lawyer haunted by sleep paralysis and self-doubt, is thrust into defending Lucas Graves—a mild-mannered teacher accused of butchering his family in a frenzy of unspeakable violence. But Lucas claims “a demon made him do it.” As Elena delves deeper, she uncovers: A crime scene drenched in blood, with victims arranged like macabre dolls; A suspect whose personality shifted overnight, whispering of shadowy forces; A countdown to disaster as Elena herself becomes the demon’s next target; Where Law Meets the Supernatural Teaming with Sebastian Novak, a mysterious clairvoyant bartender, Elena navigates: Recurring nightmares where ghostly hands drag her into the abyss; Centuries-old secrets buried in a cursed river town; A courtroom showdown where the defendant’s sanity—and humanity—hang in the balance Why Readers Can’t Put It Down: 1.Twists that defy expectation: Just when you think you’ve solved the mystery, the truth becomes darker 2.Atmospheric dread: From haunted detention centers to rivers hiding century-old evils 3.Unlikely heroes: A lawyer fighting her own demons and a clairvoyant hiding tragic powers

I realized she was pregnant after butchering her up. They were twins. Guess, it was feast for the night! *** In the world of hunters, the awakened humans who hunted monsters for fun, a goblin awakens with a system. With the leveling system, he will avenge his kin and all monster kind. The problem is however in the fact that he is just an... F-Rank.

The world is divided between two colossal conglomerates, with the Sky City still suspended in the heavens, and the Scorched Gold City holding the lifeblood of gold in its grip. Molten streams of gold descend from the skies, searing with heat and littered with skeletal remains. The Southern Kingdom's dynasty has reached its end, and how could the rooster on the throne ever be seen as a phoenix? The butcher's blade has been honed to razor sharpness, yet the former martial arts titan still clings tightly to the golden chains, refusing to let go. In the frigid northern lands, centuries-old glaciers begin to tremble, and the hum beneath the ice seems to whisper the secrets buried in the previous era. The sky-reaching tree burns with an eternal flame; those who revere nature kneel in submission, chanting their faith, yet unable to raise their heads to gaze upon the everlasting blaze. In the wilderness, multitudes fervently chant, "The mind triumphs over matter," unaware that shackles have already tightened around their necks. In the endless rain of the night, fleeing rabbit encounters card that changes its destiny. The moment its hand reaches out, its fate of utter destruction is sealed. Years later, will it recall its frail self on that rainy night? 【This book is not an invincible book, the combat power is constant and very stable (I have a relatively basic attribute setting for the characters that appear, so there will be no collapse of combat power in the later stage. The attribute point calculation will be made clear to everyone during the writing process) The protagonist is not a good person】

In the blink of an eye, the world as we knew it vanished. It first began with people turning into zombies, which spiralled down into chaos; people began fighting one another, they began exploiting themselves, brothers betrayed their siblings, wives killed their husbands, men butchered themselves, women offered theirs, and friends became enemies as gangs became warlords. Soon, cannibalism became the norm as the government went silent. But that wasn’t the beginning; it was merely the start to the end. The zombies grew and multiplied and covered everything like a plague; cities and towns crumbled as the rural areas got flooded. Everything began to change—some say for the good of nature and some—for the worse of mankind—but they... People were not the same, and our reality and society became scattered. Even with all the science and development, nothing could stop what was happening. Catastrophe after catastrophe, it all became hell....

There is endless dust in the world, and every speck of dust is a world. The peerless powerhouse Ling Feng unexpectedly returned to a thousand years ago. In this life, he not only had to protect his loved one who died tragically under the enemy's butcher's knife, but also had to crush all the geniuses from his previous life and tremble at his feet. Endless stars, millions of planes, billions of geniuses, stepping on the path of heaven, proving the divine path, asking the vast sky and earth, who dares to fight against me?

After spending decaded being torchered for reasons long forgotten, a Forgotten man who seemingly can't be killed is sent on a quest by a Hero to help him take down the Demon lord. With the Satistic Hero being insturmental in his tortchure, the Forgotten man takes on the role of pretending to be a demon in the Demon Lords tower and makes it his life mission to screw over the Hero.

The world of YASAHI was originally like ours until 2009 where strange beings called rudesk came about. Rudesk have the shape of us human but with red skin and some strange red aura that knocked normal humans unconscious. Rudesk are evil in nature for they kill everything that goes againt them. They blame human for earth only being a .7 civilization. Along with rudesk came things called bliss techniques. Bliss techniques awakened in 9% of humanity and it is now their job to protect humanity from rudesk.There are only 1000 s ranks in the world. Our mc has the technique butcher also known as THE WEAKEST TECHNIQUE RECORDED making him the only G rank saviour. Read about his quest to eliminate rudest and save humanity. (don't expect this novel to be like other novel, you can't compare gold to trash(this being the trash)

When her favorite game shuts down Bree finds herself trapped as her character, teleported thousands of years into the game's future she plans to enjoy her new life. Surrounded by the characters she created, now sentient and loyal as can be, living in the massive mansion she had crafted in the game. It'll be so much fun once outside forces leave her alone long enough to enjoy it.

Most folks join the military to serve their homeland, defend freedom, or chase after glory and honor. Not Malakar. He joined for two simple reasons: money and women. Sergeant Rock had filled his head with promises: knighthood after the war, the adoration of the masses, men envying him, women flocking to him, and even an estate from the Emperor himself. Sounded like a good deal, right? Turns out, it was complete and utter horseshit. The battlefield didn’t smell like glory—it stank of blood, piss, and rotting corpses. Honor? A joke. What greeted him at every corner was death, endless and indiscriminate. But Malakar was nothing if not a man of his word. Sergeant Rock drilled that into him, right between the sword thrusts and the screaming. So, Malakar endured. He followed orders, slaughtered pig-bloods, butchered witches, and carved up state soldiers—all in the vain hope that Rock’s promises would pan out. Spoiler: they didn’t. Zermania lost the war, the Emperor got himself shish-kebabbed by the Sentinel, and Malakar—the so-called “hero”—was branded an enemy of humanity. Hunted down like a rabid dog, he eventually got himself killed. But death, as it turns out, is more of a suggestion than a rule. Fast forward 500 years, and Malakar’s soul has found a new meat suit. He’s alive, some what free, and determined to be a better man. Easier said than done when all you’ve ever known is war and murder. A little slip-up here, a minor incident there… like accidentally catching the eye of the world’s strongest superhero’s daughter or, oops, killing the heir to the most powerful family in existence. Malakar’s trying, really. But being a better man? Let’s just say it’s a work in progress.

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After time-traveling, she unexpectedly becomes the ancient version of Cinderella. Not only is her fiancé stolen by her sister, but she is also pushed away by her father— What a joke! She's always been the one to butcher others, and now it's their turn to act arrogant?! Hit her? Sure! One needle will make sure you can never lift your right hand again! Insult her? Fine! One kick will send you down the icy lake to feed the carps! Assassinate her? Great! Make it so they can't see the sunlight of tomorrow! No problem! She's the "Sorceress of the World" who plays both the black and white. She wants to see who between them is more bloodthirsty and who is more ruthless! Only after marrying into the Royal Mansion does she find out that Ghost King is quite different from the rumors outside. Not only is he poisoned with a strange toxin and has to take medicine daily, but he also suffers unbearable pain every night when the moon is full. Seeing his frail appearance, she gradually lowers her guard and starts to feel pity for him. She swears that whoever made him like this, she will repay them a thousandfold, no, ten-thousandfold! However, this man seems to be quite different from what she initially thought... ——————————————————————————————— [Scene Appreciation One] "The King, King Jing is pestering the Princess—" "Castrate him." "Young Master Shangguan sends love letters to the Princess—" "Chop them off." "Imperial Concubine is bullying the Princess—" "Dethrone her." "The Demon Domain is seizing our territories—" "Find their master, kill the males, and send the females to the barracks." "King, the Princess is the master of Demon Domain..." "Oh? Make way and give the territories to the Princess!" "Yes..." "Tell the Princess, what's mine is hers——" "This..." "My people are hers, so naturally the same goes for material possessions——" "Uh..." "Didn't the Princess fancy Wuji Palace before? Serve it and send it to her!" "Pfft..." "Ask the Princess what else she likes. If she wants the throne, this King will seize it!" A certain guard collapses with foam at his mouth, convulsing all over. [Scene Appreciation Two] "Miss, there is someone willing to pay a fortune for your husband's head." A man in black clothes respectfully stands outside the red gauze, while inside, a woman affectionately snuggles into the man's embrace. "How much?" The woman chuckles lightly. "Five thousand taels of gold." "What a bargain... My Lord, why don't you give me ten thousand, and we'll call this matter off—." The woman's delicate fingers ignite a series of flames on the man's body. "What if I say no—." The man grips the woman's tender hand and lightly pecks it against his lips. "Qi'er, show no mercy, issue the 'Zhuiming Seal', kill Ghost King and reward ten thousand taels of gold, along with an 'Annual Best Assassin Award'." "Qi'er, are you going to murder your husband?!" "You dare!" New people, new story, thank you for your support!