Penultimate Tourney Round

The world was destroyed. Just like the last two times, he failed to protect anything—not his master, not this world. Yuri had already regressed twice, yet the result remained the same. His master died by his hands once more. This time, he thought it was truly the end. No more extra lifelines. But he was wrong. [Ding!] A familiar blue holographic screen appeared before him—just like before. The moment he saw it, he realized. [Please make your choice.] [Choice 1] Return to the past and save the world. Reward: Third chance. (2/3) [Choice 2] Accept destruction. Reward: Rest. No matter what he chose, this would be the last. But Yuri had already decided. This time, he swore to protect his master—his Young Lady. [You have chosen Option 1.] [You seize the final chance.] [The second round has ended.] [The third life begins.] [All opportunities have been exhausted.] [Further regression is impossible.] And so, the Final Game of Life begins.

"If I was fated to repeat each life with you just to watch you perish, I would choose to put an end to this vicious cycle this time. Let me change your destiny for once and let me destroy the world which has been harming us, even if it meant perishing with the world forever.", Phoenix. What happens when Ivy's sleep disorders issues were a result of her repeated life with Phoenix in her paracosm whom she was protecting but wants to protect her this time round? What happens when in the real world, Phoenix was destined to meet her as Jason who protected her till the end even when they had to face death just to keep her alive? Will Ivy accept all that she had asked for with such a high stack of price to pay?

Van Thomas has just inherited a house from his late grandparents in the countryside and has moved into it--only to realize the house is a rather popular resort that serves all kinds of customers all year round. As the owner and manager of the building, he realizes that the inn caters to an unusual clientele, and has an even more unique staff. His secretary is named Daji. A pirate named Waverly Leviathan with resemblance to Poseidon often stays. Daji's nephew often stays and calls himself Sun Wukong. A novelist and screenwriter, Athena, is working on a masterpiece. Then there's the CEO named Odin and his twin sons named Loki. Could these mythological connections be more than coincidence?

Transmigrated into the world of wizards, Lynn possesses the talent of "Heaven Rewards Diligence" -effort brings rewards. As long as he keeps grinding, he can grow into a great, all-rounded wizard! But Lynn never expected that he would end up in the territory of the black wizards, where life-and-death trials begin immediately, leaving him no time to develop!

[Regressed successfully!] Zick lifted his eyelids, revealing two dull eyes. A grand room filled with medical appliances was reflected on his pupil. The piercing pain originating from the abdomen made Zick slowly accept the reality. He had returned 10 years back in the past! The very moment from when Zick began to lose everything. [Destiny system has been activated. Get closer to people with strong destiny and strengthen your own destiny!] [Sub-function: shall be unlocked soon!] After taking a look at the interface, Zick closed his eyes. “First…I should repay that chick for this wonderful gift.” Zick looked at the bandages on his waist. ...... {Additional tags: Age regression, Evil protagonist, cold female leads, Academy, evil organizations, conquering, war.} ..... (Note 1: I have not decided whether to make it a harem or not, so please tell me your opinion in the comment.) (Note 2: I hate lesbian, GL or NTR. But I love action and dark genre. Please give a round of applause to this wonderful me.) (Note 3: The front cover doesn't belong to me, if the owner wants me to take it down, just comment on this novel and I will remove it.)

Blurb: The elevator’s lights flickered once—then twice—before everything went pitch black. A sharp metallic screech echoed as the car jerked violently, sending Mia tumbling to the floor, her breath catching in her chest. She barely had time to process what was happening before a deep, commanding voice cut through the darkness. "Stay down." Mia’s heart skipped a beat as she looked up to find herself face-to-face with the last person she ever expected to see: Elijah Blackwell, the enigmatic and ruthless billionaire CEO of Blackwell Enterprises. Cold, calculating, and untouchable, he was a man whose name commanded fear and respect. But there was no time for awe. The building’s alarms screamed in the distance, but it was the deafening thud of distant explosions that stole Mia’s attention. Her pulse shot into overdrive. The elevator began to tremble again, its descent rapid and uncontrollable, as if the very foundation of the tower were coming undone. “What’s happening?” she whispered, her voice strained. Elijah’s eyes, glinting even in the faint emergency lighting, met hers—dark, intense, and utterly unshaken. “We’re under attack. Stay close,” he said, the command in his voice unmistakable. Mia’s stomach dropped. Under attack? By whom? And why her? She was just a cleaner. But before she could question him further, the elevator lurched again, the cables creaking as they hurtled downward. Every second felt like an eternity, but Elijah stood still, his expression as unreadable as ever. This wasn’t fear in his eyes—it was something far more dangerous: control. As the elevator plummeted, Mia’s thoughts spiraled into chaos. She’d only come to work this morning to do her usual rounds, expecting nothing more than a monotonous day of dusting and cleaning up after the high-powered men and women who owned the building. But now, she was trapped in an elevator with the very man who controlled this empire—facing a threat she couldn’t even comprehend. A sudden burst of heat shot through the small space as another explosion rocked the building, shaking the walls. The emergency lights blinked erratically, casting eerie shadows over them. In that moment, Mia realized something unsettling: Elijah wasn’t just the billionaire CEO. He was the only person who could protect her now. But how far was he willing to go to keep them both alive? And more importantly, why did she suddenly feel drawn to him in ways she couldn’t explain? The air between them grew heavy with an attraction neither of them could ignore, but was it a dangerous distraction—one that could cost them both everything?

[Warning: R18+] When Hate turns into Love... and Vengeance turns into Passion... Will he choose to start over with her? ======= Phantomflake's soul got separated from her body after committing suicide in front of her enemy, Nathan Sparks, the Supreme Leader of Syphiruz Mafia. She woke up only to find out that her body (which was in a coma state) was being held captive by Nathan 'the Devil!', who was trying to prolong her life. And what was his motive? To kill her by his own hand and torture her to death! Nathan has a deep resentment against Phantomflake as she was the one who assassinated the most precious person in his life. He wanted revenge! And things just got more exciting when a magical creature appeared in front of Phantom's soul, giving her a ridiculous mission in exchange of regaining her body back. "Make him fall in love with you within 100 days!" The flying creature said, pointing his small paws at Nathan who expressionlessly stood next to her sickbed. With her eyes going round, Phantomflake made an 'you-got-to-be-kidding-me' face at the flying creature. No way! That's a mission impossible! This guy loathed her so much. How would she do that??! ****** Excerpt: Nathan grabbed her by her neck. "Don't play tricks with me, Phantomflake." Nathan's cold voice reverberated inside the room, his eyes burning with rage. But Phantomflake just smirked at him, pressing her hands against his chest, her fingers teasing him. "You can't kill me, Nate. Just admit it. You've already fallen for me." With one swift move, Phantomflake pulled his shirt, closing their gaps as she crushed her lips against his lips. Surprisingly, Nathan just found himself responding to her. He lost! He couldn't resist her. ===== I owned the Book Cover (=";"=) Artist: Bea Cortez Join Author's server to get updates and announcements about the book. Discord link: https://discord.gg/WymeFaeQe

"Sign them." So coldly, he said to her out of the blue. In one day. Phoebe Saxon lost it all. Betrayed and heartbroken, she is forced to jump off a building and plunges down to her death__, never dreaming that she would be reborn again, back to the year before she met her husband, David Saxon. With new abilities like seeing ghosts, she sets her life on a new path. Help ghosts, get rich and live a carefree life while getting revenge on the bastards that harmed her in the past. It was a good plan except for one little problem: her ex husband seemed to be chasing after her? David knew only a single thing, Phoebe was the love of his life. Both of them had been betrayed by an enemy in the past, someone that played with their lives as if they were toys. This time round, he would give his all to protect her, pamper her, love her and spoil her. He would do all it took to make her his, so when she run, he chased. This novel is participating in the viral book call competition. Please show your love by adding to your library and writing a review. Thank you.

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this is my first time Writing my own novel i hope you all enjoy what i im trying to make here _________________________________________________________________________ The World is felled with unfairness power it what make the world go round and to be the only one with out said power its make one desperate, humble, angry, and sad but you learn to accept your powerlessness and try to make every day worth wild this is the story my story a powerless boy to a multiverse power being saving the multiverse to stop evil form destroy all i care for....... I AM ....... ?????

[Cultivation Family] [Business Development] [Farming] [Gou Wang] [Group Portrait] [Survival] [Non-Fun Story] [Daily Life] A small family that has established a foundation can live forever by binding to the family. Formations, alchemy, puppets, talismans, farming... are all-round development. I thought I was already good enough, but I unexpectedly discovered that I was nothing compared to my family. The Gou Wang family was born.

DISCLAIMER: This story is not owned by me. All rights belong to the original author and copyright holder. This copy is provided for offline reading purposes only. No copyright infringement is intended, and if the rightful owner requests removal, it will be taken down immediately. The washed-up magician Zong Jiu transmigrated into a horror, infinite flow novel about a survival show, taking the place of the cannon fodder who died tragically in the first evaluation round. This show was very interesting. Out of the tens of thousands of people, only a hundred people could survive, and the c-position (strongest contender) could even get a universal wish ticket. If it were someone else, they’d probably be scared to death. No one expected that Zong Jiu was not only unafraid, but also caused a sensational stir, shamelessly showing off his tricks the whole way. Once his tricks stopped, and his life could be considered safe and sound, he ended up in a rivalry with the novel’s big villain. Today you try to get at me, tomorrow I’ll get you back, back and forth, it’s pretty fun, heh. As a result, though it was just playing around, one time they got carried away and really did end up sleeping together. Watching the nemesis who was pressing him to the ground, Zong Jiu lazily lifted his gaze. “If you want to kill me then kill me, don’t speak nonsense.” Even when at a disadvantage, he showed no trace of fear, and actually continued to provoke him. That person used his ice-cold finger to trace his ear, and the action heading toward the aorta suddenly stopped. “What a pity. I’ve changed my mind.” — He was once very willing to personally give Zong Jiu death. Every day, he used to regret not gouging out his flesh, personally snapping his neck. But after this person fell into his hands, another, more urgent desire grew like weeds. Compared to winning or losing, he would rather see him crying and panting, with eyes red, begging for mercy.

--- Ariana was rooted to the floor outside of Anthony’s door her heart raced in her chest, like something was preparing to break apart her ribs. She had not wanted to come to a halt, much less listen in on the conversation that was unfolding before her. But the sound of laughter that came from Rachel was not new to her ears which suddenly had her face the direction of the voice like a pupet. “…you’re so bad, Anthony,” Rachel whispered sexily. “I never lie to you,” Anthony countered sullenly then suddenly grew smarmy, “I’m only bad with you.” Reaching out Ariana braced her back against the wall and her mind whirled round with confusion. Glancing around the corner she stopped breathing as she saw them. Rachel resting on Anthony laps, having her hand resting on Anthony’s arm. He leered at her, and from even his bearing suggest that he wanted something more than friendship from her. “She has not realized it yet?” Rachel asked me in low tones as if Shareen was a hopeless case. Anthony chuckled. “He realized Ariana was smart, as well as trusting in his team. That’s her weakness.” Such words are a shock for Ariana as if someone slapped her. [His fists clenched.]His hands shook, and for a moment she considered; she felt that nausea could overcome herself. Trust. That was what she had delivered to them – what she considered they deserved. And now? Now they were laughing about it, about her . She wanted to rush into the room and meet them eye to eye, look them into the eyes and scold them for every single angry word that rises within her chest. But she didn’t move. Not yet. She held a strap of her bag so tightly her hands became gloved. Indeed, she retreated sensibly, her breathing becoming light. It was not so strange they did not notice her go ; of course they did not. Why would they, if they reckoned she did not know any better? And when she came to the door of the house, shutting herself out on the cold evening, when the wind caressed her cheek like a slate, then in her soul something leaped. The heartbreak was still there, but it was buried beneath a wave of something new,rage. But she paused and with her head held high she walked away leaving her legs give away from her. The frosty night’s darkness embraced her when she tripped outside, onto the campus and grass., but the freezing air was no match for the icy sensation in her chest. She began to ponder vigorously various questions, accusations and processes of retaliation in her mind. But she didn’t see the car. This blaring of the horn was too late. There was the pathetic squealing of brakes and a moment of unbearable agony that filled her from head to toe. The world staggered, and the last thing Ariana could make out before everything went black was the night sky above her. Everything went black. ---

As he goes for his first day of school, suddenly there's a earthquake. but that is just the first round. everyone will die in this disaster. what will happens next? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

In a world where everyone is a slave, someone is born who cannot be controlled. At the same time, an unstoppable villain rises on a quest for revenge. But the truth is darker than he ever imagined, and now he must face an unbeatable enemy — including himself. *** Bruno was a young man born on Earth, the son of an influential modern Emperor. Despite having everything money could buy and receiving the best and most rigorous training to succeed his father, he chose the opposite path, defying his family’s ruthless rule. The price of his innocence? A merciless death and the complete erasure of his existence by the deity controlling his fate. On Earth, the law of the powerful was absolute; a slave could never rebel. But then, he wakes up again. He’s reborn in a world of cultivation, where freedom was promised to those strong enough to claim it. Now, he could soar like a free bird and carve his own destiny... or so he thought. The harsh reality of this new world soon showed him how insignificant he still was. He realized he had only changed masters. The freedom he sought was an illusion. The heavenly laws treated everyone as servants, and their rules were unbreakable. Bruno learned this bitter truth after losing everything that made him happy due to an unjust rule. But who was he to question? Hopeless, Bruno died... and was reborn as Alm, an unstoppable villain. With a soul poisoned by pain and vengeance, he sowed chaos across the universe. Planets were destroyed, countless lives taken, and his name became synonymous with terror. A hero rose to oppose him, wielding a sacred sword of hope. People from all corners of the universe united against Alm, raising their voices and weapons to stop the villain who defied the heavens. But Alm was no longer just fighting for revenge. He was challenging the heavenly laws that sought to control him, fighting fate and all living beings. And against all odds... the sacred sword shattered. The alliance of the entire universe was defeated. The villain won! Now, Alm found himself alone in the empty void of a dead universe, facing his own inner demons. Who could be more ruthless to him than himself? “What have I done?” At that moment, the doors of truth opened to him. Everyone was a puppet of a supreme figure, an entity that manipulated minds and even the heavenly laws. “I will find you, no matter where you are!” Thus, the last emissary of the true Heaven’s Will awakened. Alm, who once only relied on his sheer will and rage, now had a system to guide him. But his opponent was an immortal existence, above even the heavens. The villain who destroyed an entire universe now faced a new beginning. He discovered that the universe he devastated was just a tiny grain of sand in an infinite cosmos, where countless other universes existed. And so begins the legendary tale of the villain’s rise... and the Sacred Round God? A strange Duality of Shadows existed within one person. But this time, he wouldn’t be alone. *** To clear up any potential confusion or frustration, here are some key points about the story. I’ll avoid major spoilers, but a few things will be revealed. You might find this concerning at first, but just check the book cover—it shows the main character and his only partner. She first appears at 10 years old, but rest assured, there’s no inappropriate content or early romance. At around 13, SHE starts developing feelings for the protagonist, but he doesn’t respond until she’s an adult. With her determined personality, she tries to seduce him at 17/18, but it doesn’t work. Their relationship only happens much later. The book has nods to other works, with my own spin on them, and focuses on avoiding elements I find problematic in other stories. Lastly, the beautiful book cover was commissioned and created by HDIArt.

“I will agree on your condition after you win this game, there will be two rounds. If you win, I will grant you a wish; if I win, you will grant me a wish. What do you say?” He asked, smirking. “What if I win both rounds?” She asked back confidently. “Then I will grant you two wishes,” he declared. ~~~ A bet had led Laurel Cox into a situation she never thought she would find herself in. In a desperate attempt to save herself and her father from her ex-boyfriend's family's pressure, she resorts to making a deal with Nathaniel Luther, the richest man in Pearl City. What would Laurel do when she finds out he might not be her knight in shining armor and that this might not have a happy ending? Nathaniel Luther only knows one thing: Laurel Cox was his the moment he opened his eyes after 1000 years of slumber. He is cold, domineering, and ruthless. How would he win her heart when he had caged her against her will? What would happen when she finds out everything had been a carefully orchestrated plan by him from the very beginning? What happens when Laurel finds out that he has been keeping secrets from her?

Artie had lived her whole life feeling like a joke. Whether it came to her full name, her parents ‘abandoning’ her and her next door neighbours taking her in, or finding out that her lover was part of a cult and was cheating on her. Said lover then stabbed her. It felt like she just couldn’t catch a break. So when she found herself in a puddle of her own blood, staring up at a fake painted sky, she could only find humour in the situation, and prayed that the next life was kinder. Only she woke up. In the same body, with the same stab wound, only in a world full of magic, swords, and a dead King Arthur? Yup. The round table existed, the knights existed, and so did everyone of legend that she’d heard about as a child. Only it was the beginning of their tales. Nothing had happened yet, except the formation of Camelot, the crowning of the King, and then the sudden death of the King of Legend, King Arthur Pendragon. She would have thought this was another cruel joke if everyone wasn’t wandering around in mourning clothes. If this was a practical joke, it wasn’t a very funny one. Artie was tired. She’d already spent almost a decade working as a police officer, and then a detective, so she felt like she had earned her peace. Especially after all the shit she’d been put through, but someone had different plans. And Artie’s life wasn’t quite done yet. In fact, it seemed like in the eyes of the creatures of this world, this was where she was always meant to be. The time she spent getting her ass handed to her in the other dimension? Just a warm up. And now she was expected to just…go along with what everyone else wanted her to do? Including magical beings who were responsible for taking her from one dimension to another. Artie felt like she was in over her head, even if there were several concerned, attractive knights around her. She wasn’t sure if she was going to run away from all the new responsibilities, or embrace them. She wasn’t a rule breaker by nature, but maybe now was the time to change?

Born with an unusual birthmark, the shape of a skeleton’s head with rose patterns round about it on her neck, many believed she would only bring bad luck to those around her. This belief was solidified when two of her suitors died unexpectedly right after a visit to her home. Such a thing should come as a bother to any woman but the same could not be said about Nyx. She didn't care if the beliefs about her were true or false. She never liked any of her suitors. Her heart had always been longing for a certain man whom she was very familiar with in her childhood but ceased to appear before her the moment she entered adolescence. Since she knew him one thing was very certain about him, he was not human since he never aged. Not even once. Believing he would one day come again, Nyx was prepared to wait until the day they would meet again. But not everything goes as planned. Having a sickly mother whose only wish was to see her daughter get married and an influential suitor who didn't mind the deaths around her, Nyx soon found herself married off and her mother passed away leaving a father who dreaded her existence and a husband she never loved. **** From a distance he watched her grow, keeping his distance from her, staying within the shadows. As she aged slowly into adulthood, the mark on her neck became more prominent and so was her scent. He wanted her to grow, but when she finally came of age, he thought she would be better without him. But as time wore on and other men began to show interest in her, he could not hold back nor could he let them have her. He discarded those who had an interest in her but one of them slipped through his fingers while he was away and took her. He waited to see if she was happy with her life, with that man, if she was, then he would let her be. She would be able to live a happy life this time unlike the previous one, but everything changed when the forces from the underworld learned of her existence and her connection with him. Her husband was killed which he permitted and her life was in constant danger. Keeping the distance was no longer an option and he once again appeared before her.

The gods have decided to wipe mankind, from exitance. but Jesus Christ offers them a chance to prove the gods that mankind deserves a chance to live. the Ragnarök. 17 rounds, 12 marches. whoever can win. If the gods win, then mankind is gone. But if mankind wins. then they get to live for years to come.

"Ah, do gather ‘round, my dear, doomed darlings! Let me tell you a tale stitched together with silk and sinew, of a world that weeps and wails yet waltzes on, oh-so-beautifully, toward its inevitable doom! A tale where a bastard prince—oh, do forgive me, a Yellow Bastard, no less!—dances through the carnage with a grin sharper than a guillotine’s kiss. The war? Endless. The dead? Numerous. The fools who think they can win? Oh, darling, they’re my favourite! And me? HA! I am but the Jester of Fate, laughing at the script I can recite but never rewrite! There is love, yes! Blood-soaked, broken, bitterly beautiful love! There is horror, the kind that makes even monsters shudder! And there is a melody—a requiem for the dreamers who thought they could defy the abyss. So, my sweet, step right up! Watch as kings fall, messiahs burn, and devils waltz upon the graves of gods! It is all so, so funny, don’t you think? No? Ah, well. Laugh or weep, the requiem plays on. And so do we."

Crash landing on a strange planet, he has to adapt and survive.

Author: Lone Raut Synopsis (Narrated by Deadpool’s Chaotic Cousin Who Forgot to Take Their Meds): Alright, gather ‘round, folks! Let me spin you a tale so dark it’ll make your therapist retire. Picture this: Yours truly was just another fancy-pants “man of culture” on a serial killer’s hit list—because apparently, collecting rare books and quoting Nietzsche makes you a target. Who knew? (Spoiler alert: I died. Surprise!) But death? Nah, that’s just the opening act. Instead of sweet oblivion, I woke up knee-deep in Saint’s Odyssey—a fantasy novel I once tossed into my “dumpster fire of bad writing” pile. Think Game of Thrones meets Saw, but with more existential dread. And guess what? I’m not the dashing hero. Nope. I’m the guy the author conveniently labeled “Villain.” Cool, right? (Cue jazz hands.) But hold onto your chimichangas, because this “hero”? Oh, he’s a masterpiece of hypocrisy. Smiles like a Disney prince, stabs like a back-alley surgeon. His grand plan? Wipe out half the world because reasons. Classic hero logic! Meanwhile, the gods are upstairs chugging ambrosia and betting on our suffering. Adorable!!!. Well, newsflash, Olympus—I’m hijacking this plot. Reborn with a vendetta and a PhD in chaos, I’m not here to play nice. Rules? Burn ‘em. Heroes? Crush ‘em. World domination? Duh!. This ain’t a redemption arc; it’s a blood-soaked takeover tour. Think Machiavelli with a splash of Joker and a side of espresso. They call me ruthless? Damn right. I’ll out-scheme the schemers, out-betray the traitors, and maybe burn a kingdom or two for aesthetic. The hero thinks he’s pulling strings? Sweetheart, I’m the puppetmaster—and I just cut the threads. Every battle’s a chess move, every ally a pawn, and the board? Oh, it’s dripping in red. And hey, let’s laugh while we’re at it. Ever seen a “chosen one” trip over his own halo? Poetic. Ever roasted a god so hard they literally combust? (Working on it.) This world’s a joke, and I’m the punchline—delivered with a knife. So buckle up, buttercups. The script’s flipped, the crown’s mine, and if the heroes cry about “morals”? Tell ‘em to write a Yelp review. This villain’s rewriting destiny—one corpse at a time. TL;DR: Death was my warm-up. Now? I’m here to conquer, crack jokes, and maybe commit some light treason. World, meet your new overlord. Resistance is hilarious . Hahahahaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

In this game of UNO, the players are trapped in a closed city, where every card they play triggers deadly challenges. Each round presents new threats that increasingly test their courage and survival.

The universe is a sentient, gambling-addicted entity that periodically holds cosmic death games where civilizations bet their continued existence. Earth was supposed to participate, but someone accidentally deleted humanity’s invitation. Now, the universe’s enforcer—a cocky, interdimensional debt collector named Lux—arrives to wipe out Earth for its "no-show." Enter Veyron Cain, a degenerate gambler and disgraced ex-quantum physicist, who drunkenly challenges the universe itself to a high-stakes game in Earth's defense. The prize? If he wins, Earth survives and gets one cosmic wish. If he loses, humanity gets erased retroactively—as if it never existed. The game isn’t poker or chess—it’s Eclipse Roulette, a game Lux invented that mixes reality-warping puzzles, strategic betrayals, and quantum randomness. The game board? All of existence. Veyron, Lux, and twelve of the most dangerous, absurd beings across the multiverse, including a time-traveling hitman, a planet-sized con artist, and a demon who only speaks in spoilers. Reality bends with each round. One moment, Veyron is playing blackjack on Saturn’s rings, the next, he’s in a haunted casino where the cards bleed when they lie.

"I know who you are" the voice said behind Emily and Dominic. They froze on the spot. The voice wasn't familiar. They had just finished drafting our plans for their new contract, and it was getting late, so they decided to round up. They were heading towards the car park when they heard the voice. When they turned, it was only a shadow they could see. "Who are you?" Emily said slowly approaching the figure but was held back by Dominic. "You might get hurt" Dominic was angry and concerned at the same time. "I will make sure I haunt you and take everything that's precious to you as you took from me" the voice said before disappearing into the darkness. Emily, CEO of E&S Foundation, the adopted daughter of Elizabeth Johnson, who is one of the richest women in Europe. Emily was loved by Elizabeth even though she had her own kids. She had a reason to love and care for her, it was because of the guilt she felt after killing her parents in an accident fifteen years ago and was also threatened to take care of her. Dominic was a CEO from another company. Dominic and Emily met when the two companies had to sign a contract. Their chemistry was undeniable and each of them had secrets they couldn't tell each other. Chaos, blood spills, and truths begin to unfold. What will be the fate of Emily and Dominic and everything they've built? No one knows who is the master behind the chaos. Who is the master? And what truth would be unfolded?

"All round cultivator?! That's impossible" Everyone present was shocked by my revelation to them. I couldn't blame them though. Who would have thought that I, Wang Wei, the failure of the Heaven Stream family would become a cultivator talk less of having access to every elemental plane. I promised to surprise everyone so I wasn't going to stop there. "Hybrid cultivation: Five pillars of dharma" I integrated my demon, artifact, spirit and beast at the same time and strode toward my cousin Liu Chen. With my morphed body I was sure I gave off enough aura to make my presence deadly. "He can even use all the classes?!" The patriarchs were speechless while watching my display of power but that didn't concern me one bit. I was engulfed by anger at that moment and was about to make Liu Chen regret thinking of that idea. "Liu Chen, you've crossed the line this time and there's no redemption for what you've done. I'm going to take your arms at least" I made my clone turn into a wall of spirit energy to cover Li Jing and Wang Miao and then I unleashed my ability, demon bomb. Liu Chen couldn't move because of overwhelming fear and only watched me about to end him. I was about to form a complete one and blast Liu Chen with it when three of the patriarchs including my dad suddenly appeared and stopped me.

In a world where society has crumbled under the weight of inequality, a deadly competition offers the ultimate escape,if you survive. The Inferno Trials promises unimaginable wealth to the few who endure its brutal challenges, but the price is steep: every trial is a test of survival, trust, and morality. Kai Rivera, a former boxer with a tragic past, is desperate for a way out of his crushing debts. Drawn into the trials by a mysterious invitation, he quickly realizes that the competition is far more dangerous than he could have ever imagined. Each round brings new horrors, forcing the participants to face their deepest fears and darkest instincts. As Kai fights for his life, he forms uneasy alliances, makes dangerous enemies, and uncovers a sinister truth: the trials are a game for the wealthy elite, who find amusement in watching the desperate struggle for survival. In a twisted battle of wits and strength, every move could be his last. Will Kai escape the Inferno, or will the games claim yet another soul?

In the quiet town of Hanamura, where the scent of cherry blossoms lingers year-round, Kozakura has always found comfort in routine—reading in his favorite bookstore, taking peaceful walks through familiar streets, and enjoying the slow rhythm of small-town life. He never expected anything to change. That is, until he meets Hiyori. New to Hanamura, Aoi is warm, kind, and just a little unsure of her place in this unfamiliar town. A chance encounter outside the bookstore brings them together, and as the seasons shift, so does something between them. Through shared books, quiet strolls, and simple, heartfelt moments, they begin to discover that the best kind of love isn’t rushed or complicated—it’s found in the little things, in the quiet understanding of two souls growing closer. A gentle, wholesome romance unfolds in the heart of Hanamura, where every chapter is a reminder that sometimes, the smallest moments hold the deepest meaning.

The 200th round of Inter-Galactic Origin Training has begun. New worlds, new lives, new missions. The choices are yours to make. Good luck and may the Celestials shine upon you, Trainee Valeryon II.