Monk Natalie Teeger

``` No dia do seu casamento com o amor de sua infância, Natalie Ford recebeu um presente inesperado: uma certidão de casamento. Ela declara que já estava casada com um completo estranho—Aiden Handrix. Enquanto os convidados do casamento continuavam a zombar e insultá-la, seu amante Ivan decidiu abandoná-la, escolhendo se casar com sua meia-irmã Briena em vez disso. Para piorar a situação, ela foi expulsa de sua casa. Para provar sua inocência, Natalie Ford só poderia tomar um caminho - ela tinha que encontrar esse misterioso Aiden Handrix e descobrir a verdade! No dia seguinte, havia uma notícia em alta na TV. Justine Harper, o herdeiro da família mais rica de Bayford, estava voltando para casa. Os olhos de Natalie se estreitaram na tela de TV. 'Por que esse homem parece exatamente com o homem na foto da minha certidão de casamento?' Na busca de desvendar o mistério por trás de seu suposto casamento, ela decidiu segui-lo e perguntar pessoalmente. “Você é casado?” “Não.” “Você tem um irmão gêmeo?” “Não?” “Por acaso você ouviu o nome Aiden Handrix?” “Não.” “Então, quem diabos é você?’ “Seu irmão.” “Espera, o quê?” “Sim. Agora arrume suas malas e venha para casa comigo.” Primeiro arranja um marido do nada e agora um irmão com a mesma cara? Será que Deus está criando clones e os oferecendo a ela com diferentes relações? ```

Stories of Dracula, the crimson king. Something different from what have been told. The dream returned again, thick with fog and the stench of old blood. Elara stood barefoot on blackened soil, surrounded by whispering shadows. A voice echoed through the mist — ancient, intimate. “Izolda…” She didn’t recognize the name, yet it struck something buried deep, like a cracked bell in her bones. She woke before dawn, heart pounding. Behind her ear, blood trickled from a place no wound should be. She dabbed it with trembling fingers and stared at the smear of red. It was the third time this month. At first, she told herself it was stress. Nerves. Imagination. But when three monks arrived that morning cloaked in silence and dusk-colored robes, her doubts unraveled. “You’ve heard the Call,” the eldest said. “The Seal weakens.” They knew her name. They spoke of an order older than kings. And of a man — a monster — bound beneath soil and stone. Dracula. Elara’s blood remembered things her mind could not. And now, the past clawed its way forward — not as memory, but as prophecy.

Xu Zimei found himself reborn, carrying with him all the heaven-shaking cultivation and memories from his previous life. But something was off about the script. Isn’t reincarnation always the protagonist’s theme? However, I was cast as the villain! This is the story of a villain's step-by-step journey to becoming the Demon King. —————————— In an era of great strife, where mystical arts resonated! An elder of the True Martial Holy Sect sat at the Willow Bank River Fishing Platform when suddenly he heard the dragon’s roar. Three thousand carps knocked at the gate of life, transforming into the Measureless Golden Dragon, soaring through the firmament, graceful as a startling swan! There were strongmen who measured the heavens and earth with their strides, monks who sat in meditation in temples for three thousand years, achieving sudden enlightenment—auspicious clouds descended, and all laws of magic cheered in chorus. Blood moons darkened the night, rainbows cut through the daylight. There was a swordsman with a wooden sword on his back who, with a turn and a raise of his hand, shattered thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. In the south of the city, a ragged beggar with a broken willow twig dared to assault the Holy Court of a sect that boasted three emperors.

Born as the fourth prince of a decaying empire, Wu An was raised to be brilliant, polite—and irrelevant. Cast aside by his brothers and ignored by his warlord father, he wore his mask well: the quiet scholar, the forgotten son. But when a strange light drags him from his modern world into a twisted imperial court filled with ancient rites and fractured thrones, he awakens in a body shaped for power—and vengeance. To survive the throne room is to master the battlefield. To win the war is to become a monster. When war erupts in the north, Wu An unleashes a brutal campaign of subterfuge and slaughter. But beneath every victory lies something far more terrifying—visions of monks with bone-bead rosaries, scriptures written in blood, and gods that do not belong to this world. At the heart of the empire is a secret buried in ink and ash, and behind every smile in the capital, a knife waits.

Shen QingShu, 22, died in an accident. His biggest regret before his death was that he’d been single all his life. He obviously wasn’t a monk, but he’d never eaten meat. Then, when he opened his eyes, he saw a handsome, self-assured man standing before him. The handsome man parted his thin lips slightly and asked, “Wanna have a one-night stand?” Shen QingShu didn’t hesitate at all. “Let’s do it! Twice!” The next morning, Shen QingShu woke up aching all over. Only then did he discover he’d transmigrated into a book. The handsome guy beside him who’d gone two rounds with him was the protagonist gong, Han Cheng, the second son of the Han Group. And the original owner of this body was just a disliked, death-seeking cannon fodder. Shen QingShu: …Well, this is f*cking awkward. But Shen QingShu didn’t panic. Anyway, he was just a cannon fodder. He figured they’d part in a few days He knew he was a tool man, a character who only existed to develop the plot. -Half a year later- Shen QingShu looked at the man next to him and wondered: It’s been more than six months. Why hasn’t he left already? Until the day he saw the protagonist shou and Han Cheng meet by accident. Tool man Shen QingShu immediately felt the call of duty. Eyes shining, he prepared to push the plot forward. “Don’t come looking for me in the future.” Shen QingShu was extremely self-aware. Han Cheng was shocked. “Why? Do you have feelings for someone else? Who is it?” Shen QingShu: … Darling, this reaction isn’t quite right. “I don’t accept this,” Han Cheng said, furious. “One day as husband and wife means a hundred days of grace. Can you even calculate how much grace we have?” Shen QingShu: … No, wait, what are you talking about? It’s not like I’m your wife. I’m just a tool man, and it’s time for me to go offline! However, Shen QingShu found that not only did the protagonist gong refuse to let him go offline, he was going to make him his bride! Shen QingShu: I’m crying. By Lin Ang Si

Hei Anjing is an extreme type of person. Mischievous and loves to play around with annoying people. A Devil may care attitude when in his good mood but horribly terrifying when angered. A cold hearted person with an unparalleled intelligence, who treated others as entertainment. A Nethergod who was supposed to be a Lord that governed the Netherworld as a ruler. Cruelty and Mercilessness are his nature. But despite that his heart only beats for one person. His love, feelings and obsession are for his alone. One whose memories were sealed for some reason. While the other lost his right as a lord and his soul fragments were scattered all over different worlds. Then they've met in those worlds. Bullying the heaven's beloved children and destroying the plots of the worlds creating endless chaos. With both the MC and ML having some problems in the brain and are psychopaths. Will the world end or not? "I will chase and capture you, over and over again. Imprisoning you in my embrace. Until there will be no gaps for you to escape anymore. You are my obsession and my everything." "Capture me. Find me. As long as you do, I will stay by your side until the end. There is no need for you to know what I did for you." A hellish ride of two shameless and evil people. The true meaning of their relationship was hidden within those sealed memories. An action packed journey with thrilling and full of suspense events which you wouldn't like to miss! NO ONE 17 AND UNDER. You have been warned. Credits for the Char. photo: Natalie Riverson (Pinterest)

``` El día de su boda con su amor de la infancia, Natalie Ford recibió un regalo inesperado: un certificado de matrimonio. Declaraba que ya estaba casada con un completo extraño—Aiden Handrix. Mientras los invitados a la boda seguían burlándose e insultándola, su amante Ivan decidió abandonarla, optando por casarse con su media hermana Briena en su lugar. Para colmo de males, fue expulsada de su casa. Para probar su inocencia, Natalie Ford solo podía tomar un camino: tenía que encontrar a este misterioso Aiden Handrix y descubrir la verdad. Al día siguiente, había noticias populares en la televisión. Justine Harper, la heredera de la familia más rica de Bayford, regresaba a casa. Los ojos de Natalie se estrecharon al mirar la pantalla de la televisión. —¿Por qué este hombre se parece exactamente al hombre de la foto en mi certificado de matrimonio? En la búsqueda de desentrañar el misterio detrás de su supuesto matrimonio, decidió seguirlo y preguntarle personalmente. —¿Estás casado? —preguntó Natalie. —No. —¿Tienes un hermano gemelo? —insistió. —No. —¿Por casualidad has oído el nombre Aiden Handrix? —su tono se endureció. —No. —Entonces, ¿quién demonios eres? —demandó saber. —Tu hermano. —Espera, ¿qué? —sus ojos se abrieron de par en par. —Sí. Ahora empaca tus cosas y ven a casa conmigo —dijo él. ¿Primero obtuvo un marido de la nada y ahora un hermano con la misma cara? ¿Estaba dios creando clones y ofreciéndoselos con diferentes relaciones? ```

In a forgotten corner of the world, a child is born without a name in the stars, without a thread of fate. No cry, no karma, no destiny — just silence. Shen Mu was never meant to exist. Yet from the moment of his birth, the world began to shift. Hunted by monks who fear his presence, ignored by the heavens themselves, he grows in the shadow of fate, marked by an ancient system hidden within him. But what if the greatest threat… is the memory sealed within his soul? As mysterious sects rise and forgotten powers awaken, Shen Mu will walk the path of cultivation with no master, no allies — only a sword, a fragment of the void, and a truth that could shatter the heavens.

Title: The Book of Whispers Genre: Supernatural Horror / Dark Fantasy Tone: Raw, Atmospheric, Unnerving Synopsis: Lena Carter never wanted the book. Her estranged grandfather’s final package—a worn leather-bound volume titled The Book of Whispers—came with one instruction: "Burn it. Do not open it." She ignored him. From the moment she flipped it open, everything changed. The pages held death premonitions… in her handwriting. And when her coworker Jenna died exactly as described, Lena's world fractured. The book isn’t dead paper. It’s aware. And it’s chosen her to be its new Keeper. Now pursued by the skeletal figure called the Last Witness, Lena races to uncover the book’s dark lineage—tracing back to a 12th-century monk who sealed away a shadow deity within its pages. Every previous Keeper gave in, bartering lives to delay their own demise. Lena won’t surrender that easily—until the book begins warping the world around her. - People vanish or return... wrong. - Mirrors whisper secrets. - Her name appears in the margins—next to “deceased.” Her sole companion? Mira, an ex-Keeper who’s seen too much and still bears the scars. Together, they run to Romania, back to where it all began. But the more Lena uncovers, the darker the truth becomes: The curse didn’t start with the book. It runs through her veins. And the shadow god? It’s been waiting for her. --- Why This Will Haunt You: - Gothic Overtones: Forgotten monasteries, dripping walls, and a monster that lives in silence and glass. - Mind Games: Memory, identity, and time twist until Lena no longer knows who she is. - Hard Choices: Would you doom a stranger—or yourself—to live another day? - Unpredictable Turns: Just when the rules feel clear, the book turns them inside out. Perfect for readers who loved: The Library at Mount Char, House of Leaves, and Netflix’s “The Haunting of Hill House.” --- Status: Ongoing (100+ chapters planned) Updates: 14 chapters weekly Crack the cover if you dare… but don’t whisper its name. It hears everything. ---

Misfits And Wildflowers (Created as a 25th anniversary of when I became involved with my high school sweetheart, my wife and best friend) Set in the school year of 1999-2000, a simpler time full of baggy JNCO jeans, Discman players, colorful fashion, and Y2K fears — Everyone lived in the moment  15-year-old Alfie is a shy and nerdy boy who is convinced he will never experience love the way his friends have, and will end up living the life of a monk.  During Summer school, Alfie meets a peculiar girl whom he develops a huge crush on. Struggling to express any of his feelings, he ends up missing an opportunity due to unforeseen circumstances.  Now entering the new school year, Alfie finds himself tangled in new feelings, old traumas, and the messy, hilarious chaos of adolescence. With a found family of punks, nerds, goths, and other social outcasts (affectionately known as the Island of Misfits), Alfie navigates crushes that sting, friendships that anchor, and breakups that echo through locker-lined hallways...until one day, he finally experiences that spark. This is a coming-of-age story rooted in nostalgia, honesty, and the kind of emotional growth you only get from falling hard and getting back up.

Some threads tie us to the ones we love. Others bind us to a destiny we never asked for. Seventeen-year-old Ahri Seo never believed in fate—until the night she saw glowing threads connecting strangers, binding souls like constellations across the city sky. After surviving a near-death subway accident near Gyeongbokgung Palace, she’s pulled into a world where destiny is real, threads carry power, and ancient spirits still whisper through forgotten temples. Taken in by a reclusive monk and guided by the soft-spoken but powerful Jin, Ahri begins to train as a Threadseer, one who can perceive and manipulate the golden strands of fate. But as her powers awaken, so do ancient enemies: the Severed, a cult determined to unravel the fabric of the world—and led by a woman wearing a cracked fox mask who claims to know Ahri’s bloodline. Beneath Seoul’s surface lies another realm—mystical, fragile, and teetering on collapse. Spirits, echoes, and hidden memories all intertwine here, and at the center of it all is a fox spirit whose intentions remain unclear. As Ahri walks the edge between fate and freedom, she must uncover the truth behind her mother’s disappearance, the golden thread wrapped around her wrist, and the terrifying possibility that some stories were never meant to be rewritten. In the spirit world, to pull a single thread is to risk unraveling everything.

The world had changed. There was a time when cultivation was shrouded in mystery, hidden in the mountains and reserved for monks, masters, and hermits. But those days are long past. When the barriers between the spiritual and physical realms collided, humanity discovered that the energy of the universe, known as the Dao, had always been present, waiting to be understood.

A saga of gods, mortals, and the war against the End. When the old gods fade and new ones fracture, darkness finds its chance. Across forgotten villages and cursed lands, fractured faiths awaken—Slavic deities, Gods, angels, saints, witches, monks and hunters—each clinging to crumbling power as the Devil moves unseen. From broken forests to holy empires, scattered souls rise to resist the coming storm. Bound by fate, divided by belief, they must decide what to protect: their gods, their people… or something greater. Because in the end, when heaven falls and hell awakens— Only the last faith will stand.

On the day of her wedding to her childhood sweetheart, Natalie Ford received an unexpected gift: a marriage certificate. It stated that she was already married to a complete stranger—Aiden Handrix. While the wedding guests continued to mock and insult her, her lover Ivan decided to dump her, choosing to marry her half-sister Briena instead. To add insult to injury, she was thrown out of her home. To prove her innocence, Natalie Ford could only take one course of action - she had to find this mysterious Aiden Handrix and get to the bottom of this! The next day, there was news trending on the TV. Justin Harper, the heir of the richest family in the Bayford was returning home. Natalie’s eyes narrowed at the TV screen. ‘Why does this man look exactly like the man in the picture of my wedding certificate?’ In the quest of uncovering the mystery behind her said marriage, she decided to follow him and ask personally. “Are you married?” “No.” “Do you have a twin brother?” “No?” “By chance you heard the name Aiden Handrix?” “No.” “Then, who the hell are you?’ “Your brother.” “Wait, what?” “Yes. Now pack your bags and come home with me.” First got a husband out of the blue and now a brother with the same face? Was god creating clones and offering them to her with different relationships?

I am the youngest son of the Jaegal clan’s leader — and a failure. At twelve, they discovered I suffered from an incurable condition: I couldn’t cultivate or manipulate formations. To my family, that was the same as being dead. Without honor or future, I was sent to a place no one took seriously: the Low Mist Sect — a handful of forgotten monks in the mountains, with no warriors, no reputation, no power. The only thing they cultivate is silence. Mocked as cowards and laughed at by the entire murim world, they never raise swords — but they know exactly where swords will fall. And it was there, among shadows and silence… that I began to see the world as it truly is.

The Second World War ended not in fire, but in compromise. A fragile peace was forged between the United States, the Soviet Union, and the Third Reich after Germany conquered most of Europe. With the formation of a United Nations dominated by four veto powers—USA, USSR, TR, and UK—the world avoided mutual destruction. But beneath this uneasy alliance, a new war brews: not for land or ideology, but for superiority of the human race itself. In the ashes of the old war, the Third Reich unveils Eric, a being born and bred in a laboratory—faster than bullets, stronger than tanks, and presented as the "true potential of the Aryan race." As panic ripples across the globe, the U.S. rushes to respond. Led by brilliant scientist Natalie, the CIA initiates Project Liberty, transforming returning war hero Logan into the American Sentinel—a patriotic symbol of hope in a world sliding toward chaos. In the East, the USSR crafts its answer: Nikolai, a guilt-ridden airman haunted by his past, is reborn through a pain-fueled transformation into the Red Guardian—a reluctant savior torn between duty to his nation and love for his family. As these superpowered icons rise, so do the shadows behind them: Greta, Eric's manipulative handler, schemes to rule the Reich as his empress. Rebecca, Logan’s estranged wife, seeks a life untouched by war’s long reach. Boris, a Soviet general, treats Nikolai as little more than propaganda. And hidden in the Arctic ice lies a secret that predates even Eric—the First Superman. When a global summit descends into fear and threats, and world leaders start falling mysteriously, it becomes clear that peace was only a pause. Eric seizes power in Germany and launches a new wave of conquest—first in the East, then West—threatening to turn the Earth into his empire. Caught in a three-way war between fascism, communism, and democracy, Logan and Nikolai must confront not only each other, but the deeper truth: Are they heroes of their nations, or prisoners of their flags? In the ruins of Moscow, as Eric stands poised to conquer all, the final battle will decide more than the fate of the world—it will determine what it means to be human in an age of gods.

Bleed for Her Honor : In the mystical mountains of olden Japan, Kaizen, a monk of the secluded Kurogane Monastery, is haunted by his past as a warrior and seeks redemption through a life of devotion. His disciplined world unravels when he meets Sayuri, a beautiful and enigmatic widow living under the shadow of the cruel Lord Daigo. Drawn to her warmth and resilience, Kaizen begins to question the rigid vows that have defined his life. As their forbidden love grows in secret, Kaizen becomes entangled in Sayuri’s dangerous world, where loyalty and betrayal blur. Unbeknownst to him, Sayuri is forced to conspire with Lord Daigo, who seeks revenge against the monastery. When Kaizen abandons his vows to save her, he finds himself betrayed and cast out from the temple. Now a broken man, Kaizen must confront his deepest fears and the ghosts of his past. When he learns of Sayuri’s imprisonment by Daigo, he sets out on a perilous quest to rescue her, risking everything for the woman he loves. Amid battles, sacrifices, and moral conflict, Kaizen discovers the true cost of love and redemption in a world bound by honor and cruelty. In a tale of passion, betrayal, and sacrifice, Bleed for Her weaves a poignant story of a man who risks his soul to protect the one who broke his heart.

"The Zawgyi are no more." That is what the scrolls say. That is what the monks chant at dusk. That is what the silence of the jungle wants you to believe. Long ago, beneath mountains now lost to time and cloud, they walked barefoot on ash, breathing in iron and flame. They were alchemists, but not the kind who turned lead to gold. No — they wove spells with blood, crafted fire into orbs, carved death into bone. They bent nature, not for wisdom, but for power. For defiance. They called them "Zawgyi". Immortal, it was said. Touched by heaven, feared by the underworld. But even immortality has rules. And the Zawgyi, for all their brilliance, broke too many. When the stars bled red and the rivers turned to smoke, the world pushed back. Something older than gods, deeper than spells, rose from the black between time. The Zawgyi vanished. Some say they were sealed. Others, that they burned themselves into dust. A few believe… they wait. Now, centuries later, the world has changed. Skyscrapers rise. Satellites orbit. Cities hum. And no one remembers the old language of alchemy. But something stirs. Deep in the green shadows of the Htamanthi jungle, under ruins no one dares map, an ancient circle pulses with dull red light. One seal. Just one. Cracked by accident, or by fate. And far from the jungle, in a dusty corner of a university library, a lazy, debt-ridden student named "Thuta" yawns, stretches, and picks up a scroll that hasn't been touched in 300 years. The world will wish he hadn't. ---

Zentropy: Idle Monk, Accidental God In the hit VRMMO Eden Eternal: Online Rebirth Reboot Redux, players chase glory, power, and sweaty PvP leaderboards. Ren just wants to sit in a virtual hot spring with his cat and eat cold sushi. Armed with the oddball class Idle Monk, zero motivation, and a dangerously fluffy cat named Spam, Ren stumbles his way into legend status accidentally forming guilds, triggering divine events, and inspiring server-wide cults without ever meaning to. To the world, he’s Zentropy the glowing avatar of a hidden god class. To himself, he’s just a tired guy with auto-walk turned on and YouTube open on a second monitor. Featuring cursed chefs, worm whisperers, overly emotional tanks, and a guild that worships screenshots of him sitting this is the story of how doing nothing became the strongest play.

"Tao of the Mad Sage: A Legend of Blood and Ash" is an Eastern philosophical fantasy blending epic mythology with dark comedy. It follows Lin Shu, a mentally unstable monk whose power stems from his madness, wielding a wooden broom that conceals a celestial demonic seal. In a world ruled by rigid Taoist sects, Lin Shu becomes a threat simply by defying the established laws of ascending the "Seven Heavenly Realms."

Natalie Roberts lived her life as the perfect daughter, obedient sister, and devoted fiancée—until she discovered she was nothing more than a tool. Her blood kept her sickly sister Hailey alive. Her engagement to William Parker? Just part of a plan to secure power. And when Hailey became pregnant with William’s child, the betrayal reached its peak. Left for dead—stabbed, discarded, and buried in cement—Natalie awakens not in the afterlife, but in the cold gaze of Logan Parker, William’s dangerous older brother. Feared across New York City, Logan is ruthless, calculating... and now, inexplicably, her only hope. With her former life shattered, Natalie vows to rise—not as a victim, but as a storm. Love? She gave that once. Now, it’s time for revenge.

They called him a failure. Now he’s their last hope. After dying in a world where magic ruled everything, Kael Ardyn, once a feared Archmage, awakens in the body of a disgraced academy student in a distant future. The Seven Moons that once blessed the world are fading, monsters are mutating, and ancient gods slumber within forgotten relics. But Kael remembers everything. His lost love. His betrayal. The war he couldn’t stop. This time, he hides in plain sight—slacking off, dodging attention, and sarcastically guiding his oddball companions: a cursed talking sword, an overpowered ogre monk, a flirty villainess, and a cold elven assassin. What starts as a second chance soon becomes a race against divine fate itself. As secrets unravel and laughter meets heartbreak, Kael must decide: Will he rise as a god… or live as a man who rewrote destiny for love?

In a land scattered by tribes and divided by tradition, one soul from another time awakens in the body of a young man named Kai. With no magic, no prophecy—only memory and will—he rises through the ranks of the ancient Confederacy of Madja-as, a fragile alliance of coastal kingdoms and highland tribes in the heart of the Philippine islands. But unity is a dream paid in blood. As Kai forges alliances, reforms laws, uplifts the forgotten, and modernizes warfare, he finds himself battling not just rival kingdoms like Brunei and the shifting tides of Chinese and Javanese power—but also the resistance of his own people. From canoes to warships, from village moats to a Parliament of lords and commons, Madja-as begins its transformation into a sovereign power. Spanning generations of struggle, war, diplomacy, and reform, "The Crown of Madja-as" tells the sweeping story of a people finding their identity—not through conquest, but through courage, culture, and the enduring fire of leadership. But even as crowns are passed and banners rise, a question burns through the heart of the isles: Can a kingdom born of unity survive the weight of legacy?

Gale never asked to become a walking cheat code for reality. One falling satellite later, he’s casually reinventing science, rewriting theology, and ignoring gravity because it’s “too clingy.” But being the smartest man alive comes with an unexpected side effect: crushing existential boredom. Now, Gale sets his sights on a new goal—building the one thing no one else dares: The Singular Gate, a theoretical construct that may lead to another world, another level... or just a very stylish death

Aubree descended the mountain and became the real young miss of the Aubree family in River City. No one in the Aubree family liked this little Buddhist nun who came out from deep mountains. They gave the fake daughter their utmost care while warning the real young miss to discard all ideas of replacing the fake daughter's place. Aubree did not fight. She ate vegetarian food and read Buddhist scriptures every day—void of lust and desires. Her younger brother got caught in a huge lawsuit. Mrs. Aubree went through a lot of trouble to invite the First Lady to plead for mercy only to receive merciless ridicule. "I'll give you a second chance on Master Aubree's account." Mrs. Aubree, "?” Mr. Aubree's company was in a crisis and was in desperate need of money. In his attempt to gain the richest man's favor, the rich man merely responded with a gaze full of despise. "You tend to take fish eyes for pearls. I think you've developed an acquired taste in your investments." Mr. Aubree, "?” The fake daughter wanted to ruin the real daughter's reputation at a banquet. Eventually, everyone ended up realizing that the real young miss of the Aubree family was as beautiful as a fairy with a kindred heart. Fake daughter, "?" The crown prince of the wealthy, Qu Feitai, was also a top celebrity in showbiz. Being at the center of attention, he could summon a tempest whenever he wanted. When he participated in a variety show, a frail female guest appeared. She chopped wood with her left hand and pulled noodles with her right hand. Steaming, boiling, and cooking; everything was a piece of cake to her. As someone horrible at maintaining an orderly life, he was dumbfounded. During the live broadcast of the International Junior League finals, his cousin, who was known as a genius in Go, was extremely anxious. On the other hand, the familiar-looking beautiful girl opposite him was calm and composed, ending him in one move. His high-flyer best friend cried to him, "After your goddess transferred over, I can never surpass being in second place anymore." Qu Feitai, "How many surprises do you have that I don't know about?" Until one day, he actually saw her discussing scriptures and Buddism with a group of old monks at an international Buddhist exchange. As she started to speak of Buddhist Dharma, Qu Feitai panicked… "You keep your six senses pure and saw through the vanity of the world, but I insist on dragging you here for a walk in the mortal realm. Worse comes to worst, you'll ascend to nirvana and I'll end up in hell."

When the heavens collapsed, he laughed. When the gods wept, he slapped them. And when the world begged for balance, he brought chaos wrapped in harmony. Born with a Divine System that rewards him not for strength—but for disrupting the status quo, Tianming begins his journey as a mere cultivator with a heretical thought: > “What if music and silence… were lovers, not rivals?” In a realm torn between the celestial harmonies of the Holy Music Goddess Aria and the void-born doctrines of the Goddess of Silence, Nihila, Tianming rises as the bridge—and the weapon—between both. Armed with the Echoing Silence Blade, forged from their own divine essences, Tianming builds more than kingdoms: He builds a paradox empire—where fallen angels compose opera, battle monks farm floating citadels, and divine entities argue over who gets to warm his bed... or destroy him. But as he gathers a harem of goddesses, forges divine cultivation paths, and face-slaps arrogant immortals, a forgotten terror awakens: > The Goddess of Unheard Screams—a being erased from all history—has heard the first note of her return. Now Tianming must navigate divine politics, cultural warfare, and sensual sabotage—all while growing stronger through irony, disruption… and laughter. --- Genre: Xianxia | Fantasy | Cultivation | Comedy | Harem | Empire-Building | Martial Arts | Mythical Romance Tags: Overpowered MC, Face-Slapping, System, Gods, Divine Harem, Kingdoms & Empires, Magic, Immortality, Humor --- Would you like a shorter promotional blurb for platform banners, or a longer version that introduces the main heroines and system mechanics in more detail?

Bladebound – Full Story Synopsis In the fractured world of Valmera, five powerful kingdoms rule with steel, gold, and fear. Beneath the illusion of peace, corruption festers, ancient magic stirs, and secrets long buried threaten to resurface. Once a loyal soldier of the Veyron army, Kael Draven was known for his unwavering discipline and skill with the blade. But when his family is slaughtered under mysterious orders from within his own command, Kael is branded a traitor and forced to flee the only life he knew. Haunted by the past and bound to a cursed sword once wielded by the legendary warlord Valek the Unbroken, Kael wanders the wilds of Valmera, seeking vengeance against the five who conspired in his family’s murder. Each of them now holds immense power in their respective kingdoms, shielded by armies, magic, and lies. But Kael is no longer the man he once was—he is Bladebound, fused with a weapon that feeds on blood and remembers every kill. As Kael carves a bloody path through Valmera’s tyrants, he uncovers a deeper conspiracy: the rise of the Order of Ashen Flame, a forgotten cult bent on resurrecting an ancient entity that once brought the world to its knees. The same cult that cursed his blade—and killed his family to silence its true legacy. Joined by unlikely allies—a rogue Arkanis mage, a disillusioned princess turned rebel, and an exiled warrior monk—Kael must navigate a web of betrayal, forbidden magic, and his own growing rage. Every strike brings him closer to vengeance… but also to losing what little humanity he has left. In the final act, Kael will face a brutal choice: fulfill his revenge and let the darkness consume him, or break the curse, destroy the cult, and finally forge his own destiny—not as a weapon of wrath, but as a warrior of redemption.

Dentro, a good natured young Raizala with a love for plants is living a peaceful life as a farmer and aims to be a monk soon. But after having a terrible nightmare, he one day wakes up with a strange marking on his hand. Not long after, a villager is found dead with the same marking on his body. Being accused of murder, and banished, Dentro must embark on a journey through Rathunas to find the source of the marking and how to make it disappear. A journey where his resolve will be put to the test and where nothing is as it seems.

{Edit: I should mention that this ff was redone so most of the current reviews are from the old version.}This is a Peerless Martial God/God Of Martial Arts fanfiction. Let's see how the story goes shall we. Any criticisms or suggestions you may have are welcome, regardless of how bad you may think it is, everyone's ideas are welcome here.

A Murim Fantasy of Betrayal, Lost Memory, and the Fight for Truth Framed for the massacre of his fellow monks, Shaolin prodigy Shi Yan wanders the land in shame—haunted by guilt, exiled by his temple, and afraid of the power in his own fists. But when a mute orphan girl reveals a hidden memory, Shi Yan uncovers a truth more terrifying than his own sin: he was never the killer. Drugged, manipulated, and used as a puppet in a deeper conspiracy, Yan sets out to uncover who truly destroyed the temple—and why his exile was forged. But with assassins in porcelain masks and sacred scrolls that can bend the will, the truth may be more dangerous than any lie.