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Face Splitting Accident

Four Split Personalities

Battling an unusual form of personality dissociation, Motan admits to feeling the weight of immense pressure bearing down on him. Amidst this turmoil, he finds solace in a virtual escape called "The Realm of Innocence," a game that has become his sanctuary from stress. In the realm where ambiguity reigns, Motan's behavior is unpredictable and impetuous, making him the instigator and mastermind behind myriad events that spiral out of control. Yet, within the sphere of virtue, his resilience and courage shine through, earning him the admiration of many who see him as the epitome of a righteous knight and a fair judge. When dwelling in the balance of absolute neutrality, he adopts a demeanor of modesty and lethargy, mirroring the ordinary essence of every soul. Conversely, in the domain of chaotic evil, he transforms into a figure of madness and cruelty, embodying the very essence of a demon and deceiver, showing kindness only to himself. "Tan Mo is the most extraordinary Bard I have ever encountered, though he is... perplexing, to say the least," comments Countess Leisha, reflecting on his complex nature. "Mor is a man of distinguished integrity! Having met him just once, I am convinced that he is someone one can confidently turn their back to," declares Gwen, the leader of the Rose Rot, acknowledging his noble character. "If you're in search of the ideal neighbor, look no further than Hei Fan," recommends Alchemist Luna, suggesting his suitability for companionship. Yet, amidst these varied testimonies, a warning resonates, "Don't talk about that man!" indicating a mysterious, perhaps darker aspect of his persona that remains unexplored.
Micro-leaf Paulownia · 361.1K Views

FACE SLAPPING EMPEROR: The rise of a legend

Yang Kai, a disciple at the Jade Mountain Sect, has always been the laughing stock of his sect. Born with weak spiritual roots, he has struggled for years with stagnant cultivation and constant ridicule. An underdog through and through, he’s known for his lack of talent and his hopeless future. But when fate intervenes and a mysterious Face-Slapping System activates within him, everything changes. With the power to earn cultivation points every time he humiliates the arrogant and powerful, Yang Kai’s life is turned upside down. A simple slap leads to an incredible surge of strength, and for the first time in his life, Yang Kai feels the weight of power coursing through him. But the system demands more—more humiliations, more face slaps, more confrontations with the arrogant disciples who have made his life hell. When Yang Kai is framed and expelled after winning a sect tournament, he is forced to go rogue, relying on his new-found abilities and determination to rise from nothing. Along the way, he uncovers an ancient inheritance, an ancient bloodline, and the hidden potential that has always been locked within him. As he enters a high-stakes competition to join an even larger sect, Yang Kai is thrust into a world of power struggles, dark secrets, and betrayals. But with his sarcastic and shameless personality, combined with his growing strength, he’s ready to face anyone—and slap them down. Will Yang Kai’s underdog journey lead him to the top, or will his reckless face-slapping ways get him into more trouble than he can handle?
Desmond_Alfred19 · 1.8K Views

Abyss' Omen

I was never afraid of death. But I was afraid of dying butt naked. I’ve long accepted that everyone meets the same end, no matter the cause—cancer, a tragic accident, or even something absurd like slipping on a banana peel and cracking their skull open. Some choose to take their own lives, yet I wonder… in their final moments, did they whisper, I want to live? My mother did. Before she tried to take me with her. My father, consumed by guilt, went insane. A month later, he decided to follow her, holding my hand as he drove us off a cliff with a broken brake. In that instant, only one thought filled my mind: I want to live. The heavens heard me. I survived—but lived in hell. After years of struggling, I finally bought a house, determined to start over. I wanted to kiss many women, make myself rich, and retire like a lazy bum. A perfect life. I almost had it. Until the water stopped running in the shower. When I checked the sink, my reflection didn’t follow my movements. It just… stared. Then, its head twisted at an unnatural angle, a devilish grin splitting its face. A chill crawled down my spine. Black, viscous liquid seeped from the walls, flooding the floor. It wasn’t water. It was thick. Heavy. Suffocating. And then, my reflection stepped out of the mirror. Its cold hands closed around my throat, its grip unrelenting. I gasped, clawing at it, but the dark liquid filled my lungs, drowning me. My body convulsed as the thing laughed—a sound that echoed through the abyss consuming me. As darkness swallowed me whole, one final thought crossed my mind: I want to live. A voice answered. "Wake up, Abyss." And when I opened my eyes, I was no longer me. I was Dravino Alderidge, son of the war hero. A character in a novel I had read before my death.
Loveleigh · 256 Views
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