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Baki No Body

Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

This captivating novel is also adapted into a comic available on Webnovel. ---------------------------------- Cultivating inner strength with the Nine Yang Energy and training the body to an indestructible state, the Golden Back Nine Rings Saber sweeps across with a forty-yard long silver-blue blade energy. With force sinking into the dan tian, charging left and right, the Descending Dragon Palm bombards everything in sight. There's the Way of the Heart Demon Seed... Self-Forgetfulness... Sunflower True Power... Flying Dagger in the Void... Cassock Subdues Demons... Seven Forms of the Dragon... Palm of Buddha, War God Shattering! All are part of a riveting and blood-pumping journey in the world of martial arts! ... The mighty and robust Village Leader, Jiang Dali, sits quietly on his ornately carved pearwood chair, draped in a tiger skin coat over his bulging, strong muscles. His eyes are cold and tranquil as he surveils the newly recruited players sitting on both sides. Flattering praises from these players are incessant. 'Mighty Village Leader, invincible against swords and spears, an unmatched Iron Palm – please teach me your martial arts expertise!' 'Village Leader, can someone with sensitive skin practice the Iron Shirt technique?' 'Brother, spare the slick talk. The Village Leader is well-known for his ruthless and merciless nature.' A player, who had just resurrected at the City God Temple, makes a grimace, 'Ignorant at first, I didn’t grasp the hidden meaning in his words. The second time I listen, I'm already a soul under the knife. The Village Leader's word is law; asking the same question twice will get you sent on your way. I have no f**ks left to give.' In essence, this is all about a muscleman wielding a big saber, traversing through the thrilling and varied martial world without a female lead. A domineering and decisive tyrant, an Iron-Boss with player characters flowing like water....
Wandering Man · 159.5K Views

WIMB (Who Isekai'd My Body???)

Note: (Disclaimer at end of abstract). Synopsis: "In the heart of the boundless Phantom Continent, rests a cursed region smack in the centre of all that is known, aptly named as the Central Region. A domain shrouded in perpetual gloom, despair clings to every shadow and its sole purpose seems to be crushing the souls and dreams of the unfortunate souls that take shelter upon its land. Life is a fight for Existence and Reality however cruel, is alas never what it seems to be. Whispers of precious ore, ancient artefacts and ruins of ancient civilisations only lead to ruin - factions descend to lay claim to these scraps like vultures, blades quench the thirst of the land with rivers of fire, which mirror the stars from afar that flicker in isolation with an insatiable desire. Amongst the chaotic lands, a tale starts. An adventure, a mistake, a ghost, a foreigner, a world, many worlds, alliances, betrayals, intertwined fates and dangers fraught at every corner. A protagonist that isekai's into a still living being in an earnest bid to grow stronger and a pitiful soul that longs for what was once share a mysterious bond. Destiny is calling, the line between the living and dead is blurred, the powerful shape Reality, however amongst this rollercoaster of events, the shadows vie for their own nefarious purposes, for the shadows are always watching. As if life wasn't a misery as it were, it hit Zuck Borris with the roll of a die - the odds were never in his favour. Firstly, a stranger gave him the old boot - throwing his soul out to the dogs in the streets. Then a mysterious voice started talking to him. Yet it didn't seem to be doing him any favours in reclaiming his flesh and bones. Meanwhile that backstabbing fiend didn't even notice his existence and already seemed to be bringing trouble to his body. Roland, however, was as calm as the ocean bed. Some ignorant fools seemed to be scheming against him. Ever since he answered that damn call, his life seemed to become more troublesome. However, perhaps there was some part of him that smirked at this opportunity, to gain control over his life with enough strength to face all that may come his way. Who protects this Reality, that Reality and everything in between? Can a mortal man spit upon the immortal obstacle that tightens its grasp to crush all beneath it? Can the rivers burn what they touch as the worlds collide and the sun is all but lost? Are answers always to be sought? Turn that chapter if you so dare..." Disclaimers: There will be content in this webnovel that covers potential sensitive areas to some, including - violence (fighting), abusive language (swearing / cussing), concepts of self-harm (some bullied characters may consider self-harm), divide in society (different factions/ power levels) & other similar concepts that usually apply to any cultivation/ sci-fi webnovel. Also, the start is more world-building focused, so do saddle in your seatbelts and work through the first 20 chapters to get a feel of what we have in store. :)
townofdudleysixth · 4K Views

No Name.u

"When a human tries to become a god, their can only be one outcome." ---------------------------------- As I opened my eyes, I was greeted with a disorienting sight. I found myself lying on a cold, metal bed, my limbs tightly bound to it. The feeling of numbness that had overtaken my arms and legs was overwhelming, and I struggled to regain any semblance of control over my body. As I looked up, I noticed multiple blindingly bright light bulbs arranged in a grid pattern on the ceiling, casting an eerie glow throughout the room. It was a sight that had become all too familiar to me over time, and yet it never failed to fill me with a sense of dread. I couldn't remember how long I had been trapped in this sterile, white room, but it felt like an eternity. My memories were hazy, my mind clouded by the constant barrage of experiments and tests that I was subjected to on a daily basis. I had lost track of time, lost track of the days and weeks that passed me by. All I knew was that I was a prisoner, a mere puppet in the hands of my captors. The experiments were brutal, each one more invasive than the last. They probed and prodded at my body, searching for answers that I didn't have. I was a lab rat, a subject for their twisted experiments, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. The pain was excruciating, but I had learned to bear it with a stoic resolve. I had no choice but to endure it, to survive in this hellish existence for another day. I had no idea what lay beyond the sterile walls of my prison anymore. The outside world felt like a distant memory, a dream that I couldn't quite grasp. I was cut off from the rest of humanity, isolated in my own personal hell. The only contact I had with the outside world was the occasional visit from my captors, who would come in to administer more tests and take samples from my body. They treated me like an object, not a person, and it was a dehumanizing experience that had left me feeling like a shell of my former self. I had no free will, no autonomy. I was a puppet, a tool to be used and discarded at will. At least, that's what they wanted me to believe. But deep down, I knew that there was still a spark of humanity within me, a will to survive and fight back against my captors. It was a small glimmer of hope, but it was enough to keep me going, to give me the strength to endure another day of torture and pain. ---------------------------- Get ready for a hell of a Roller costar plot. Remember to thank me later...…
Dlustery · 1.1K Views
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