Alastor Deer

Zheng Nianru went from being a Commandery Princess who could be killed at any moment to the position of the Empress Dowager, wielding power over the world. What she couldn't accept was that she didn't end up with a good fate. However, Zheng Nianru thought that no one would have been able to save Nanzheng State. Yet, she was reborn and, having deeply reflected upon her pain, also considered several past mistakes. Firstly, she should not have married down into the family of Ju Nanyi, a man with a narrow mind who came from a minor house, who only thought about romantic affairs and entangled with her in desperate affection, incapable of assisting Nanzheng. Secondly, she should not have killed everyone in Qiandao Temple, which was the spiritual pillar of the people of Nanzheng State. After all, there were better ways, weren't there, like seduction? Thirdly, she should not have been so confident that the monarch of the neighboring country would fall at her feet, nor should she have trusted the promise of that fickle neighboring monarch, which led to years of drawn-out conflict between the two states. Um, Zheng Nianru felt she was not wrong. She just wanted to live well and to be a good Empress Dowager. Since she had the chance to live again, why did she have this chance? Could it be that she was expected to once again turn Nanzheng State upside down?

The game descends into reality, global mutations occur, ferocious beasts run rampant, various secret realms and dungeons appear, and everyone enters the era of career changes! Wang Chen changes to the most ordinary combat profession: Beast Tamer! Just as everyone is mocking him, he awakens two god-level talents! [Bloodline Awakening]: Activates the hidden bloodline within the beast, directly evolving it to its final form! You contract a small green snake, evolving it into the Apocalypse Azure Dragon! You contract a slime, evolving it into the Devouring Lord! You contract a small wild fox, evolving it into the Nine-tailed Heavenly Fox! You contract a small caterpillar, evolving it into the Master of Space! [Trait Extraction]: Randomly extracts a talent or skill from a pet beast for personal use.

There once upon-a-time roamed a boy. The boy went from a baby to a toddler. Then from a toddler to a child. Then a child to a boy. Then from a boy to a man. But, no matter how old he grew, no matter how much time passed, he kept on pondering and pondering, if people reflected on their existence, then what did existence reflect on? No matter if he was crawling on all fours with a pacifier, drawing a red house on a green hill with a painting brush, fishing for big and small fishies in his small, little boat, skinning a deer he had caught, or even sleeping, the question persisted. No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't reach the answer. He became a tutor, an arms dealer, a killer, a hacker, a criminal, a thief. He thought about it, and considered it wasn't enough. So... he kept looping. And looping. And looping. He ascended. He became an angel, but he didn't stop. He became a fallen angel, he didn't stop. An archangel, a seraphim, stop? Not yet. Keep going. Keep going. A Cherubim. A Demigod. A Lower, Mid, Upper God. He went beyond. Skip, skip, skip. Loop, loop, loop. Pantheons, Primoridals, Outer Gods, World gods, Pre-primordial, True Gods, Elemental principles, Pre-historical Aeons, Abstract entities, Logos, Emanation of the source, The Nameless One, The Supreme one. Yet, after going beyond all that, there was something he could never reach. He could never reach the level of 'it' or the same classification. He could never reach the level of 'The Exalted', or what lay beyond it. Reason? Simple. Because he was meant to be 'The Teacher'. Join Watch and his adventure in roaming the lands, transmigrating into a novel and tutoring the daughter of a certain demon king on how decimate an entire country to ashes, living with the protagonist, heroines, villains, and a third-rate transmigrated villain from a game, exploring new worlds and omniverses, creating and destroying sects, getting banned from the afterlife, speedrunning world domination with zero stat points, setting worlds on fire, destroying a yuri and futa (hehe...) empire, seducing fate itself, starting cults, churches, cucking the Eight Goddesses, fighting entities that should have not existed, gathering his sibling mechanisms, instigating universal wars, killing protagonists, and much, much, more! +++++ #NoNTR #Evil MC #Villain #High Fantasy #Low Fantasy #R18 # Worlds #Universes #Cosmic Horror #Comedy #Threesome #Imperial Harem #Daughters # Incest #Harem #Strong to Stronger #Elf #Deities #Angels #Beings #Fallen Angels #Demons #Gore #Conquor #Mystery #liminality #Races #Politics #Action #Adventure #Unique Worldbuilding #Ascension #Fellatio #Anal #Supernatural #Netori #Urbanfantasy #Superpowers #Cultivation #Goddess #First-time Intercourse -------- Author's note: I am new to writing, so please bear with me at first, over time, my writing improves and will improve even more in the future. Thank you! ------------ Discord: https://discord.gg/n2vvnVTD

Upon becoming an undead mage, Gu Xi discovered he had encountered a small problem. What was with being knocked out and thrown into a cell? To avoid becoming the first useless player to die before completing his job, Gu Xi decided to save himself! As a result, a future powerhouse known as the Breath of the Undead embarked on his legendary journey

I'm Charles and I'm just a regular college student preparing for my entrance exam… WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A COLLEGE STUDENT BUT NOW A DYING GALACTIC EMPEROR KIDNAPPED ME AND GAVE ALL OF HIS ENTIRE EMPIRE TO... me I didn’t ask for this... They gave me a throne! Countless warships! and an AI that thinks GENOCIDE IS A HEALTHY WAY TO BUILD A NATION! AND IF THAT WASN'T ENOUGH! I'm now in a world where all laws of physics gets washed down in the drain A... A fantasy world... but... ... it's cool, yeah ... still, after landing WAR!? SERIOUSLY!? IT'S NOT EVEN A MONTH AND ALL THOSE LAZY, GREEDY, TYRANNICAL LOSERS WANTED TO GET SOME PIECE OF ACTION FROM MY EMPIRE! ... All I wanted was a quiet life. Now I have a massive ship bigger than Earth, A soulless AI, a bunch of political assassins, A village to manage, some drunkard king... and a magical deer with six legs. ... Though it was only natural to fear the unknown and I AM the unknown... Can I keep this world from tearing itself apart — without becoming the monster everyone fears? Or worse... the emperor I never wanted to be?

Yang Qing sighed as he gazed upon the black building that stood tall piercing the skies above with an inviolable aura around it. "The Order sure is black-hearted," he angrily thought as he made his way into the building begrudgingly. The building could be considered his home away from home and a source of endless grief for him due to its unforgiving working hours. The building housed the courtrooms of the Cultivation Order Society, an organization founded to maintain a semblance of order in the ruthless cultivation world of the southern continent who if left to their own devices would sink the whole continent to the ground. Due to how impetuous cultivators were, the cases never stopped. "Yi Jie, what do we have today?" "Two cultivators at the palace realm fought over a treasure and destroyed half of the territory of the blue deer kingdom in their fight, A rogue cultivator is suing the owner of the falling meteor blacksmith shop for selling him a faulty saber that keeps attracting lightning tribulations. A cultivator suffering from pill poisoning is blaming it on the white hilltop restaurant as he suspects they are feeding their spirit beasts pills to make them bigger and fatter. And the last case is 500 families are suing a cultivator by the name of Ren Fu for being negligent as a husband and a father whilst also pilfering their resources dry as he moves from place to place.," Awkward silence ensues........... Join me as we follow Yang Qing in his role as a judge in the Cultivation Order Society with cases and troubles that never seem to end. Fair warning the story has multiple POVs. Re-edited chapter (50/50) Second milestone (79/150) All support matters whether it's power stones, comments, reviews, golden tickets, subscriptions, or those who buy privilege chapters or even lurking readers..I welcome all your support in whatever format it comes in and I thank you for it, It really does mean a lot, especially to rookie authors like myself.

The sky smelled different. When Li Xiu opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was not the sky’s brightness or the canopy of unfamiliar leaves above him, but the scent—earthy, humid, sharp like crushed bark and smoke. Then came the pain. A dull ache pulsed behind his temples, like someone had struck him with a rock. He sat up groggily, wincing as dizziness made his vision swim. His hands were small. His arms—thin. His feet bare, caked with dried mud. He looked down at his body. It was… wrong. Too small. Too light. Like the limbs of a malnourished child. And then, the memories hit. Not his memories. Not all at once, but in fragments—mud huts and fire pits, cold streams and stone knives. A hunting spear too heavy to lift. A group of children laughing and shouting, calling him names in a tongue that he somehow understood. “Mu,” they called him. “Grass-Eater.” “Idiot.” “The one who spits meat.” Li Xiu clutched his head, panting. This wasn’t a dream. He had died. Or perhaps not quite died—but his body was gone. Left behind in some sterile lab, slumped over a desk cluttered with microgrid diagrams and empty coffee cups. And now, somehow, he had awoken in this world—no, in this body. The village was already awake. Smoke curled from cooking fires, and the scent of roasted meat drifted from the central pit. Women with painted faces stirred thick broth in stone pots. Men returned from the morning hunt dragging the carcass of something that looked like a cross between a deer and a boar, its tusks nearly as long as a man’s arm. A tall man—broad-shouldered, dark-eyed—spotted him and sneered. “Mu,” he barked, tossing something at his feet. A hunk of half-raw meat. “Eat, before the dogs do it for you.” Li Xiu stared at the meat, throat dry. It stank. He could see flies already gathering at the edges, and the fat was still twitching from leftover nerve reflexes. His stomach turned. He remembered, vaguely, that Mu—the original owner of this body—had always refused meat. Or more precisely, his body had refused it. Sensitive digestion. Vomiting. Nausea. The tribe believed it was weakness. Uselessness. A soul not worth calling back from the womb. But the original Mu hadn’t been able to explain it. Li Xiu could. He understood the importance of balance, of nutrition, of edible plants rich in minerals. He remembered how certain roots could be dried into powder, how leaves could be used to prevent infection. But in this world, none of that mattered. Meat was the food of warriors. Meat was the gift of the gods. Chewing leaves? That was for deer. Or worse, for idiots like him. Still, hunger gnawed at him. He turned from the meat and wandered toward the outer edge of the village, where the moss grew thick and the children rarely played. He crouched by a familiar patch of herbs—low-growing stalks with broad, silvery leaves. He recognized the scent: wild yarrow. Good for digestion. Slightly bitter. Edible. He plucked a handful and chewed thoughtfully, ignoring the whispers that followed him. “There goes the grass-boy again.” “Is he even human?” “He must be cursed.” Li Xiu didn’t reply. He sat on a flat stone beside the creek, watching the water ripple past, chewing slowly. His mind, though disoriented, remained sharp. This body might be young, small, and weak—but it had survived. For years. Alone in a tribe that mocked it. Somehow, Mu had lived with nothing but plants and scraps, instincts, and a strange sense of calm. And now, Li Xiu had inherited all that. He looked down at his stained hands, then at the huts in the distance, smoke curling against the morning sky. This wasn’t the life he had planned. But maybe… just maybe… It was a life he could rebuild. Not through hunting. Not through violence or brute strength. But through something far more enduring. Knowledge. And if all he had, for now, were weeds and roots and a brain full of engineering theory— Then so be it. The idiot boy who ate grass would

In a world spiraling into chaos, 18-year-old Liza Brodley awakens, bound and terrified, in the dark confines of a basement. Her once-normal life is shattered when her father—no longer human—attacks her in a monstrous, mutated form. Forced to defend herself, Liza escapes into a devastated world engulfed in silence, smoke, and ruin. The outbreak of a mysterious plague has transformed humans and animals alike into aggressive, unnatural beings. Alone and traumatized, Liza scavenges through the remnants of civilization—haunted not only by the mutants roaming the land, but also by the scars of her past abuse. Just when hope seems lost, she is discovered by a group of survivors: Dante, a former police officer with a violent past; Mia and her brother Kenn; and the harsh, skeptical Zoe. Though tensions run high, the group reluctantly takes Liza in after discovering the physical and emotional wounds she hides. As trust begins to form, a new threat emerges—mutated deer, twisted by the same mysterious pathogen. With danger at every turn and darkness creeping ever closer, the survivors must fight to stay alive while uncovering the truth behind the apocalypse. But for Liza, survival means more than just escaping monsters—it means facing the demons inside her, and discovering strength where she thought there was none

Transportado de forma abrupta de sua vida comum para o fascinante e imprevisível mundo de Infinite Gacha, Alastor encontra-se diante de um sistema que governa tudo: poder, riqueza e até o destino. Com apenas um orbe mágico, uma Pixie guia, e dez chances iniciais, ele descobre um universo onde tudo pode ser invocado – de armas lendárias a criaturas colossais. Encantado pelas possibilidades infinitas, Alastor decide se tornar o Mestre do Gacha, mas logo percebe que há algo incomum em sua conexão com o sistema. Seus poderes vão além do que os outros jogadores podem alcançar, e um mistério sombrio sobre sua origem e o próprio sistema começa a emergir. Determinando explorar e dominar esse novo mundo, Alastor entra em um jogo onde estratégia, sorte e determinação são essenciais, mas onde as respostas para o que o trouxe até ali podem mudar tudo – inclusive o destino do Infinite Gacha e de quem ousa desafiá-lo.

She dies on her 27th birthday. Every. Single. Time. Different world, different rules, different face — same damn fate. And the one thing all her tragic little lifespans have in common? She’s always married when she dies. So this time, she has a revolutionary idea: Stay single. Live. Born into a stiff, judgmental medieval kingdom, where magic is banned for commoners (but hoarded by royalty), she’s now 25, nobly bred, politically poised, and pretending to aim for the crown prince. (Step one of the plan: fake it till you almost make it, then don’t.) Her first fiancé? Slipped off a cliff. (Oops.) Second? Died in a war. (Double oops.) Third? The current prince? Terrified of women. (Chef’s kiss.) All according to plan and nobody suspects a thing. Until the new stable boy shows up. He picks up her handkerchief like some storybook romantic, looks her dead in the eye, and says, “Good evening, Miss Witch,” before launching into a cryptic poem about stars and walking away like he didn’t just ruin her life. Now she’s spiraling. Because she doesn't have a hint of magic (at least this time), and he must definitely know something he shouldn't. Between suspicious nobles, nosy court mages, and a weirdly poetic stable boy who knows too much and blinks like a baby deer, she has to keep her cool, keep her mask, and most importantly — keep her single status intact. And then — because of course — it turns out the stable boy isn’t just some weird dreamer. He’s a magical genius. Possibly cursed. Definitely unhinged. And he might be the key to breaking her cycle…

In a vast worlds covered by endless oceans, each person is given a black turtle to build their own mobile city upon. Scattered across countless ocean realms are numerous small islands rich in valuable resources waiting to be claimed. Lu Yun, however, discovers an extraordinary advantage—his resource collection rate is amplified a hundredfold. [You gathered 1 piece of wood, warehouse wood +100] [You gathered 1 stone, warehouse stone +100] [You hunted a fawn, venison +5000 jin, deer skin +100] While others are still struggling to gather basic materials, Lu Yun rapidly advances his city's development, unlocking advanced technologies and powerful units. [You raised a pterosaur nest—produces flying beasts] [You created a shark pool—unleashes deadly sea predators] [You built an elf temple—summons graceful elf maidens] [You completed an angel altar—calls forth celestial angels] [You plant a sacred tree seed—produces a queen archer elf] As many strong ang talented people from ocean realms thrive and compete for dominance, Lu Yun’s unstoppable progress sets him on the path to becoming the strongest ruler among them all.

Nora is shattered a month before her wedding when she uncovers her fiancé's deceitful affair. As she manages this betrayal, she discovers a deep ploy to hinder her from claiming her rightful inheritance. Devastated but determined, Nora takes a daring step to regain control of her life. Enter Demetri 'The Demon' to those who know him, a formidable man barely known to her, who offers her protection and support in return for a contract marriage to satisfy him. In a twist of fate, Nora marries Demetri to claim her inheritance and fight those who plotted against her. But as she battles her own family and Demetri's many rivals, will she be able to keep from falling for the man known to crush people beneath his booted heel. Excerpt: She had forgotten that the man was intimidating and directly challenged him. Rather than speaking, Demetri rose from his seat and approached her deliberately. Although it was a mere few steps, time seemed to stretch for Nora. When he was almost within touching distance, his hand gently landed on her knee, moving it sideways. His touch moved with a hint of a caress, and he stepped between her open legs. Nora sat there in frozen silence, her eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. Catching her chin between his fingers, he tilted her face upwards and spoke unhurriedly," You are my wife." She nodded her head slowly in affirmation while his thumb slowly traced her lip. "I have given you time to gather your emotions." Another nod. Nora's nervousness made her lick her lips, acutely aware of his intense gaze fixed upon them. "Your reason for the marriage was to secure your inheritance and get away from under your mother's thumb." "Yes..." Nora whispered in confusion. Her confusion was not about his statement but about the bewildering sensations coursing through her. What was happening with her? "It's time for you to fulfil your end of the contract, yes?" He continued. "Yes," Nora whispered breathlessly. Why was she breathless? Had the oxygen level in the house dropped? Was the air suddenly thinning? Abruptly, his hand left her face, and she watched as he drew closer. It was then that Nora comprehended what was unfolding. All those tantalizing, heart-pounding kisses she had read about in novels were about to possibly become her reality. But the anticipated kiss didn't happen. Instead, he paused near her and commanded, "Kiss me."

Lina escaped a life of fear and violence, leaving behind the man who once promised her love. In a new town, she finds solitude, a steady job… and Jonas. Gentle, patient, but persistent, he awakens the parts of her she thought had died. But when ghosts from her past reappear, will she find the strength to stand firm—or will silence claim her again? Where the Deer Stood Still is a haunting, emotional journey of healing, resilience, and unexpected love.

Alastor is the soldier of the 21st regiment. When he and his comrades are ambushed by an enemy army all of his brothers and sisters in arms fall to the enemy's blades except for him. He stands alone and drives the army back. He is later recognized for his achievements and becomes the personal bodyguard for the princess of the country. He must stop assassination plots, fix countries relationships and internal affairs, assassinate people himself, and keep his identity as the last of the most hated race a secret. Thanks to wombo.art for the cover because I can't draw for shit and don't expect consistent uploads either because I only write when I'm motivated and usually I'm in a perpetual state of despair. Anyway I hope you enjoy, it's fun to write and I hope you find enjoyment in it as well.

your a skinwalker, you take the form of an animal, but unlike in our world where its ment to fool humans, your in a world of animals and your trying to fool them, so dont get found out, or your dead.

Born a bastard. Branded a disgrace. Trained in secret with a wooden sword while the rest of his family ruled with words. Arivid Deer Had always had a mysterious birth and was never acknowledge due to this. But on the eve of his eighteenth birthday, everything changes. An attack burns his family estate to the ground. A legendary killer emerges from the flames. And Arivid—armed with nothing but rage and a wooden sword—begins to awaken something ancient buried deep in his blood. He has a mysterious red eye. The heart of a knight. And the soul of a weapon craving something. But in a world where bloodlines define your fate, what happens when yours is cursed?

Just a book I began to write my heart out to her maybe she'll see this maybe she won't but I hope whoever does can use this to explain how they feel for their significant other

your trapped in a another world rule by animals who are out to get you, the only way to return home is to hunt 1 of every species of your designated animal, for you its deer, but will you be able to stare death in the face and take a life? or will you be trapped here forever.

Viella Ivelle, the forgotten daughter of King Peter Emris of Olaos, has spent her life as a servant to the family she once belonged to, branded as a bearer of misfortune since the death of her mother, Queen Maristella. Stripped of her titles, she endures cruelty from both her family and the palace servants. Her only escape is the flicker of hope that one day, she will be free—to love, to be loved, and to carve a path of her own. But on her eighteenth birthday, Viella learns the shocking truth: she was already promised to Alastor Kavish, nephew to the powerful Lunar Mage Raden Ovenash, the protector of the kingdom. The catch? Alastor is a ghost—missing since the day he was born, leaving Viella bound to a future she never chose. Desperate to break free, Viella sets off on a journey to find Alastor and end the engagement once and for all. But the world beyond the palace is far more dangerous and complex than she ever imagined. As she journeys into unknown lands, Viella uncovers a realm of secrets, dark forces, and hidden powers that could either grant her the freedom she’s longed for—or bind her to a fate more perilous than she ever dreamed. In the midst of it all, Viella finds herself trapped in a heart-wrenching choice. Two men, both claiming her heart, but with vastly different futures. One is a prince, risking everything in a deadly bid for the throne, willing to sacrifice his life for a crown that may never be his. The other is Alastor Kavish, an elite soldier with a dark past, whose mysterious scars conceal even darker secrets. Will Viella succeed in breaking her chains and claiming her freedom? Or will she be forced to choose between the dangerous prince who could offer her an empire or the tortured soldier whose love is as deep and complex as the secrets he hides?

The Aristocracy Dominates the World, While Military Bandits Split the Land. In the North, a young man raises his sword and cracks his whip, riding across the mountains and rivers, determined to carve a path for the common people of the world. I had no intention to hunt the deer, but seeing the suffering of the people, I will fight, and fight until I become unmatched in the Eight Directions! [----------------------------------------------------] Love this translation? Support me on Patreon for early access, exclusive content, and more! Your support keeps the translations coming—subscribe today! Join me on Patreon: Patreon.com/flokixy

(Working synopsis) DISCORD NOW OPEN: https://discord.gg/apAsCne7GT An ominous encounter in a quiet forest sets the stage for a horror that no one saw coming. When Cody and Aya, amidst a school journey, stumble upon a deer with haunting, vacant eyes, it becomes a forewarning of the nightmare awaiting civilization. The city, once bustling with life, now echoes with screams and terror. An unstoppable plague transforms its inhabitants into voracious zombies, their once-human eyes now an unsettling milky white. As the undead rise and chaos engulfs the streets, a determined police force, spearheaded by the sharp-shooting Stalker and the tenacious Sarge, grapples with the swelling tide of the undead, working desperately to shield the remaining uninfected. At the heart of this apocalypse, Cody, Aya, and their band are thrust into the frontline of this battle against the undead. With each passing moment, they must unravel the origin of this zombie outbreak while facing heart-wrenching choices for survival.

Hung-Woo A Guy who love his sister dearly and won't want anything to happen to her but that very day he regretted everything... Everything he worked so hard to build has all gone now he's left all alone in this world filled with these monsters who only thirst for blood and nothing more "Is falling inlove with a monster a good choice or is it going to doomed me in the end? as my life isn't anything nice to brag" Contains : Blood , Parasites(Parasie), Forbidden Romance, BL , Drama , Fantasy, R18 Warning : There will be some cursing and blood please be advised (My first novel on here hope it goes well) Notice- all pics that are seen here are from Pinterest credits to rightfull owners

#Yandere #Obsession #Bloody #Manipulation It was a known fact. Everyone would enter the circle of reincarnation upon their deaths, eventually forgetting their own memories before starting a new life. It was their libration. Alastor knew that, and when he was faced with either being caught and tortured or jumping down, he decided the latter. As much as this life meant for him, Alastor knew he wouldn't be missing much. His potential was too great to waste on this life. However, something went wrong. Once Alastor opened his eyes again, he had to arch his brow in disbelief, “What the heck is the meaning of this?” A floating shadow formed a holographic screen in front of him, with clear words written there on it, [Welcome, Player Alastor! Unfortunately, something wrong happened and your reincarnation had failed. However, now you have a chance to play in our glorious world, Esme!] Alastor had many things running through his head, especially once he noticed the additional line at the end, [Esme Game is going to start in 29:23:59] ------ ༺Dropped.

She first met him in a lecture hall, an enigmatic professor on a wheelchair. Their paths crossed again in a café, where she realized that he was far more than he seemed. Wheelchair, Quadriplegia, High-Level Spinal Cord Injury, Paraplegia, Disability Romance

**Topic: The Relationship Between Werewolves and Environmental Conservation** Ah, werewolves! Those majestic creatures that shake their furry selves on full moon nights, while humanity suspects that the real global crisis is not global warming, but rather the amount of screams echoing in the forests. If you think saving the planet is a difficult task, try adding a pack of werewolves to the equation and watch the magic happen! It's as if Gaia's army of good decided to use the "Help Thy Neighbor or Get Their Heads Roughly" methodology. Werewolves are, without a doubt, the pinnacle of evolution, if you consider that evolution got so bored that it decided to spice it up with fur, sharp claws and the ability to demand respect while biting the face of the guy who was cutting down the tree. We can compare them to those environmental activists who, after a good cup of organic coffee, put on a "Save the Turtle" t-shirt and think they're ready to face a tractor. The difference? The werewolves will probably snarl at the tractor and, with an immortal attack, transform the machinery into an elegant deer statuette. If you think condominium meetings are unbearable, try to imagine werewolves arguing about paper waste at their full moon celebration rituals. They gather with an intellectual tone, like a group of distinguished philosophers discussing whether Jesus’ sandals were vegan. “Oh, sure, the conscious use of recycled paper is important, but have you ever thought about the environmental impact of tearing a logger’s face off with your own teeth?” A debate of ideas that would make Aristotle cry tears of joy, while the earth trembles in terror. And let’s not forget the nostalgic side of the issue: these creatures are actually the answer you didn’t know you needed to your endangered plant problem. Want to give them a “don’t touch my forest” kind of protection? Is there anything more effective than a werewolf that will make you never look at the forest the same way again – let alone go into it to collect mushrooms? Why bother with all this “#LoveMySpoiledPets” hashtagging when you can just adopt a werewolf and laugh at the ninjas of destruction trying to threaten your pack? In conclusion, the real lesson we can learn from werewolves is that when it comes to the survival of the planet, it’s better to risk a few sharp teeth and an extra dose of anger than to sit on the couch watching a documentary about how turtles are having it harder than a marathon runner in an obstacle course. So the next time you hear a howl in the moonlight, remember: it’s just a werewolf concerned about the environment, wondering where the last tree he loved to mark his territory went! Which, by the way, is a fantastic metaphor for our fight against planetary destruction: that, just like a werewolf, we must be fierce, hairy, and willing to rip the face off anyone who dares to threaten the living Earth!

On Earth, Daniel, a disenchanted college student, lives a life of monotony and unfulfilled dreams. His routine existence is abruptly shattered when he is mysteriously transported to Alastor. There, he discovers a world of magic and ancient conflicts, where he learns that he is the subject of an ancient prophecy—the destined child foretold to wield both sword and magic to bring peace to the realm. In the world of Alastor, vampires, once revered as the greatest protectors of the realm, have become a dwindling noble race, their former glory overshadowed by the rise of their dark adversaries. Once unmatched in strength and feared across the lands, they now struggle against the relentless and growing power of the demonic forces that threaten to consume all. Daniel, now Elion, must uncover hidden truths, and confront his insecurities. As he trains in the arts of both combat and sorcery, Elion begins to understand the weight of his destiny. However, he faces opposition from those who doubt his potential and dark forces that seek to prevent the prophecy from coming to fruition. As he battles demons and uncovers secrets that could change the course of history, Elion learns that true strength comes not only from power but from the courage to confront his deepest fears.

This wasn't my first VR game, but as always, I sucked. My favorite kind of ways to play was a meaty mage with high damage and favorably both high MP and HP regeneration. But while I tried to create this type of Avatar, l had no luck yet again. This game was way too hard! It was also almost impossible to level up like this and I died countless times. Also...I was basically an social inept and unble to perform well in a party or any other kind of group. I had too less talent to get stronger as fast as other players and the painfully low possibilities of my potential often sent me to the brink of my inner abyss. Still, I loved playing this game and kept on playing anyway. Until one day, my peace and serenity were broken by the undercurrents and remnants of political struggle in the city I resided. Forced to join the ruthless leader of the black market I had to let go of everything that hindered me to grow stronger. To find my oppressors who bullied, stole from me and made me wish to leave this game behind. On my way to revenge, my class was upgraded to a branch class of mage, - illusionist. Fit for my style of madness and an concealed weapon against my enemies. And this made me let loose of anything reining myself back. - "So, you said you were an illusionist. Do you already know what your class is able to do or shall I explain it to you?" The class instructor asked. "I can make weak hallucinations and cute phantasms." "..." he held the bridge of his nose. "You got to choose between scary and cute phantasms and chose cute? What the hell is wrong with you????" "te-he..." I tried to scratch my head cutely. "Don't te-he me, you imbecile!" he roared. "How the hell should I be your instructor when you can't even choose the basic skills that are suitable for fighting?!" "But the big wolf found the phantasm cute and was tamed." I smiled and showed him the hide of a deer I had placed in my inventory. "He even started hunting for me until I had enough and ran away." "..." The instructor was left speechless. Why did he have to babysit such a useless revenant? Couldn't he at least have someone with a bit more smartness? Why did he have to take care of this dorky mage?????? Update schedule: 1 - 2 Chapters every week

The weak are never respected, the weak should not exist and the weak have no place in society. The weak deer is hunted and the weak lion cannot hunt. If one is weak, they stay at the bottom of society and they suffer. It is their own fault for being weak. That was what Alden learned at a very young age in society, if you were weak, you were trampled upon and you were crushed. You would become a stepping stone for the strong. Determined to change his fate, he tries one last time to reach the top of the world.

patreon.com/Alastor0_0 Seventy years ago, the game world merged with reality, unleashing rampant monsters and spreading magical disasters. To fend off these fierce beast invasions, everyone had to choose a profession, change jobs, and madly level up to become powerful. Qin Fan, who had always been ordinary, bound a system during the job-changing ceremony and successfully awakened the SSS-level talent, Dragon God's Guardian. With this, he transitioned into a hidden profession, the Dragon Master!

Traveling to an era where supernatural abilities awaken globally, Lin Tianming awakens an SSS-level ability. He thought he would reach the pinnacle of life, but he overheard his school belle girlfriend's deep hatred for him from the start. "Lin Tianming, you didn't expect me to be reborn, did you? You betrayed me in our past life, and I won't fall for your sweet lies in this one!" Having a reborn girlfriend who secretly hates him is troublesome enough, but he doesn't know that he's betrayed more than one person. Right now, they are all on their way to find him! For 125 additional chapters : patreon.com/Alastor0_0