Jet Manhwa

Après des années de solitude douloureuse, Phobos s'est approché de moi. Une bête terrifiante, mon âme sœur qui a émergé des entrailles d'une tempête tonitruante impitoyable. L'homme que je convoitais. Il m'a pris par surprise et j'étais sous le sort qu'il a jeté avec ses yeux océan. Un sort que je n'ai pas pu vaincre et à ce moment précis, je savais que j'étais en difficulté. Dès que nos regards se sont croisés, je savais qu'il m'apporterait un chagrin sans fin. Nous étions amis d'enfance, lui et moi. Phobos, le doux et joueur juvenile avec qui j'ai grandi et que j’admirais comme un chiot a disparu et a été remplacé par un barbare au cœur froid, il me terrifiait alors qu'il tuait de nombreux avec un clignement d'œil. Aucun regret, aucune préoccupation, sa bête souvent au contrôle, avançant en consommant ses sens. Ils étaient égaux. Comment puis-je me connecter avec une bête comme lui? Comment puis-je le faire m'appeler sien? Comment puis-je aimer mon ami d'enfance qui est devenu un monstre impitoyable?

"Viens ici, petite !" "Pas question !" Que faire quand l'épouse est en colère ? Le grand PDG est super riche, la couvrant de démonstrations extravagantes d'amour chaque jour ! Aujourd’hui une voiture de luxe, demain un manoir, le jour d’après un jet privé... Lors d'une interview médiatique : "Quel a été le cadeau le plus cher que vous ayez offert à votre épouse ?" "Jusqu'à présent, notre fils !" "Vous traitez si bien votre épouse, elle doit sûrement vous aimer !" Le PDG rit avec confiance, "Sans aucun doute !" En arrivant à la maison, sa délicate épouse lui lance un contrat de divorce, "Dongfang Yu, signe ça !" "Hai Xiaotang, tu ne penses qu'au divorce. Ne crois pas que je ne sais pas comment te gérer !" Le PDG, plein de fureur, fait craquer ses jointures, "Une planche à laver, un boulier, un clavier, un durian... choisis-en un !" "Durian !" Le PDG finit par s'agenouiller sur le durian avec un bruit sourd !

1. Tout le monde sait que l'alpha le plus puissant du monde des loups-garous est Harrison. Il y a de nombreuses légendes à son sujet. L'une des choses les plus mystérieuses est qu'il n'a jamais annoncé sa Luna. Pendant six ans, il n'a pas parlé de sa compagne, et aucune femme n'a pu s'approcher de lui. 2. Six ans plus tard, Kayla est revenue dans la ville où elle vivait. Lors d'une rencontre, Harrison, les yeux rouges et la voix rauque, la plaqua contre le mur et dit : « Penses-tu que tes larmes fonctionnent encore sur moi ? » Kayla baissa les yeux et ne parla pas. Soudain, une voix d'enfant claire retentit. « Maman, que fais-tu ici ? » Regardant la petite fille, ses pupilles se rétrécirent. « Est-ce ta fille ? » demanda-t-il. 3. « Alors tu as rompu avec le père ? Il t'a eu, t'a jetée et ta fille ? » Harrison jeta son cigare dans le cendrier, les coins de sa bouche tressaillant de colère. « Dis-moi qui est le père et je le ferai payer. » Kayla regarda l'homme qu'elle avait manqué pendant six ans. Elle ne savait pas comment lui dire qu'il était le père.

Après la Catastrophe, chaque règle du monde fut réécrite. À l'Ère du Fer Noir, l'acier, le fer, les moteurs à vapeur et la force de combat sont devenus le pivot sur lequel les êtres humains devaient s'appuyer pour survivre. Un garçon du peuple nommé Zhang Tie a été choisi par les dieux de la fortune et s'est vu offrir un petit arbre capable de produire constamment divers fruits merveilleux. En même temps, Zhang Tie fut jeté dans les flammes de la guerre, une guerre de trois cents ans entre les humains et les démons sur le continent désert. Utilisant des cristaux pour exploiter les potentiels du corps humain, il faut cultiver pour devenir plus fort. Les légendes palpitantes de clans mystérieux, les secrets des fantasmes Orientaux, d'innombrables trésors et héritages dans le monde souterrain — Tout cela au Château de Fer Noir ! Écrit par Tigre Ivre, ce roman est un exemple parfait de fantasy steampunk. Laissons-nous voyager à travers le monde des possibilités et des inventions illimitées ensemble ! ------ **Attention : Ce roman contient du contenu pour adultes**

I am the 36th Demon King, the weakest in my empire’s history, yet I wield the shadow powers of the first Demon King—the God Slayer. For two thousand years, our kind has waged war against humanity. But this time, I crossed their borders not as a conqueror, but as a wanderer drawn by whispers of a devastating pandemic—a plague that spares no race, ravaging humans, elves, and demi-humans alike. In the shadows of their suffering, I found myself doing the unthinkable: helping them. Saving lives. Easing their pain. And to my astonishment, they began to hail me as a hero. Yet a question looms over me: Should I continue this masquerade as their savior? Or should I remind them of the truth—the Demon King who stands at the edge of light and shadow, deciding their fate?

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—¡Ven aquí, pequeño! —¡De ninguna manera! ¿Qué hacer cuando la esposa está enojada? ¡El gran CEO es asquerosamente rico, colmándola de extravagantes demostraciones de amor todos los días! Hoy un coche de lujo, mañana una mansión, pasado un jet privado... En una entrevista con los medios: —¿Cuál ha sido el regalo más caro que le has dado a tu esposa? —¡Hasta ahora, nuestro hijo! —Tratas tan bien a tu esposa, ¡seguramente debe amarte! El CEO se ríe con confianza, —¡Sin duda alguna! Al llegar a casa, su delicada esposa le lanza un contrato de divorcio, —¡Dongfang Yu, firma esto! —¡Hai Xiaotang, todo en lo que piensas es en el divorcio. No creas que no puedo lidiar contigo! El CEO, lleno de furia, hace crujir sus nudillos, —Una tabla de lavar, un ábaco, un teclado, un durian... ¡elige uno! —¡Durian! ¡El CEO termina arrodillándose sobre el durian con un golpe!

*Clang!* The mask split in half, revealing a face so extraordinary it seemed almost otherworldly. Skin as pale as if it would smudge with the slightest touch, a sharp and elegant nose, perfectly shaped lips. Every feature was as refined as if sculpted by a master artisan, untouched by the passage of time. Once jet-black like the night, the hair had turned as white as the snow-capped mountains of the northern lands. It was still beautiful, but a fragile, ethereal quality had been added, as if the figure might scatter and dissolve into the air at any moment. As the mask fell away, revealing eyes beneath fluttering, slow-blinking lashes, they shone like polished black onyx—noble and luminous. It was a visage so close to a work of art that it seemed a pity only Ye Kang-oh and the sun bore witness to it. However, in the presence of this breathtakingly handsome man, Ye Kang-oh’s expression began to crumble. There was no way he couldn’t recognize that face. Not because it was a beauty that could rival even Song-ok or Ban-ak, but because it belonged to someone who had once been Kang-oh’s protector. "Is it you?" Ye Kang-oh, the youngest disciple of the Black Sky Lord, stood before the man he had once revered and adored. Dan Woo-hyo, the Lord of White Virtue Palace, whom the martial world believed to be missing, was there. "Has it really been you all along?" ------------ I am NOT the author. I'm just translating this novel.

Its as been an life long dream to be in mobile fleet, now the world in chaos not only I am in in but sergeant of the biggest army and eng call the sky dogs, and to engineer the carrier jet, talk about need to flight, this is my story

I am Racist. … I mean, my name is Racis T. I was a stand-up comedian. The flop one. The one who only get laughs when someone else is making fun of him. Anyway, I was doing one such show in a bar and since I like dark humor, I was cracking jokes around that. The show I was doing was in a run down bar, frequently visited by wicked tattooed motor bikers sort of people. I spewed some humorous jokes but no one seemed to get them as they were not laughing or maybe they got the jokes, that’s why they weren’t laughing. All in all, they were ignoring me. Being ignored didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was starving to death, therefore, I decided to go darker. Though, I shouldn’t have done that. One of my jokes or maybe all of them triggered a man and as a result, he head-shotted me and I died on the stage. But see this : A man got triggered and he pulled the trigger. I did some word play here. But who cares. I am dead anyway. All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing and loving me and girls too. I am a true artist. I don’t care about money. All the money I would have earned I would be giving it to others. I would distribute 0.001 percent of all my money to the people in need. I don’t care about money at all. Nevertheless, a death is a death. So my story ended. Though, if there is an afterlife I would like to become a successful comedian, have a loving wife and have good enough money so I can afford only a three time meal and a humble private yacht or a jet will do too. I don’t care about money anyway. That was my dying wish. Though, I am using ‘though’ too much, don't mind. So yeah, as I was saying, I had that wish only if there was an after life and turned out… There really was an after life. Though, (‘though’ again?) it wasn’t what I wished for at all!!

Our protagonist was an ordinary guy with an aspiration to be called hero, yet people mistook his actions. Until one day he woke up to find himself in the very world of an anime he watched for the first time. But he isn't the protagonist—instead, he's a minor bullied character who never even appeared in the series. Determined not to get involved with the main characters for fear of changing the plot, he plans to stay in the background to plan for his future and let the protagonist handle everything. However, fate has a different surprise for him. As events unfold, he realizes that he may have a bigger role to play than he ever imagined. Can he navigate this new reality without altering the story, or will he have to step up to shoulder the responsibility he took upon himself? Discover the twists and turns in this fresh new Rom-com series Altered Reality. Note: Please endure the slow pace in the first couple of chapters, it gets interesting as the story unfold, trust me ;). Note: This story is heavily inspired by the anime Re:zero and the manhwa Webtoon character Na Kang Lim, both are awesome, give it a try if you haven't yet. You can call it a rip off version of them, if you please, LMAO. But hey, this story has it's own plot, objective, goal, characters, and ending, which i hope you will find it enjoyable. And if you do, please support it to the least you can, thanks.

Rong Shengsheng était horriblement persécutée par ses sœurs jumelles et jetée dans les profondeurs insondables de l'océan, suspendue à un fil entre la vie et la mort. Cinq ans plus tard, elle faisait un retour triomphal avec son adorable enfant. Le jour, elle était une modeste et peu attirante femme de ménage dans la société. La nuit, elle était une danseuse séduisante qui bouleversait le monde, pour laquelle les jeunes hommes riches de Pékin gaspillaient leur fortune. Cependant, Rong Shengsheng s'était accidentellement mis à dos le froid et impitoyable—Li Hanxian. Une nuit profonde, Li Hanxian enfonça la porte avec une nuée de gardes du corps, la coinça contre le coin du lit, sa voix profonde et glacée, "Qui t'a donné la permission d'avoir secrètement mon enfant?" Rong Shengsheng était mal à l'aise, "Que veux-tu ?" L'homme esquissa un sourire, sortit une éblouissante bague en diamant, s'agenouilla sur un genou, "Évidemment, c'est pour me marier avec moi."

In the world where divinity reigns, a delicate balance exists between three kingdoms. However, this balance is disrupted when the Dragon Kingdom's power is threatened by the rising strength of the other two kingdoms. Amidst this turmoil, a prophecy foretells an impending calamity. The Dragon Lord embarks on a quest to find a solution, but his absence coincides with the birth of his child - a child destined to shatter the balance. The other kingdoms, seeking to maintain their power, will stop at nothing to prevent the child from growing up.

Seized by a panic such as she had never experienced in the 21 short years of her life, Mira scrambled against the man's grip, and a whiff of blood mingled with an intoxicating scent of cedar. “Shh,” he murmured, lowering his head. Pressed against his firm chest, she gulped at the dark red seeping through his shirt ivory white. She risked a glimpse up. Under a silver-black phantom half mask was a sculpted face, strands of jet-black hair sweeping his cheeks. Contrasting his pale complexion were those burgundy red lips, above which, a straight nose cast a shadow on his thin eyes the color of onyx. He glanced down at her, his gaze otherworldly. “If you’re thinking of getting on the back of the truck,” he wheezed, his larynx heaving. “Bad idea.” Deep like the rumbling sea and magnetic, his gravelly voice threatened to drown any audience. ----- History repeats itself. In a world ten thousand years after ours perishes, the planet is ruled by the First World, consisting of the Commonwealth and the Republic across the Huron Sea. 21-year-old Mira de Armas must escape the Commonwealth after a posse of vigilantes who called themselves the Reds started a revolution and persecuted her stepfather till his death. Disguised as a boy, she smuggles herself to the Republic. As she tries to escape from the Customs, she is caught by the most wanted man of the First World, the last drug lord who has taken out all the Republican cartels. The man offers to take her to safety in exchange for helping him to a bunker and treating his wound from the gunshot. Left with no choice, Mira joins forces with the man and learns that he is Dr. Warshon Qusbecq, a renowned physician by day. As their journey uncovers old memories and reveals the conspiracy behind the election of the First World Premier, their relationship evolves from suspicion to mutual dependence and affection. Through intellectual sparring and the exchange of personal stories, they reveal emotional vulnerabilities to each other that they hide from the rest of the world. Drawing on her own experiences in the Commonwealth, Mira sees the truth as she falls into the dark: that darkness exists exactly because the light is shining and enjoyed on the other side. I hope you'll enjoy this romantasy.

Captain Elias Carter was one of the brightest minds in the U.S. Air Force, a tactical genius specializing in aerial combat and logistics. His career, however, was cut short when his fighter jet was shot down in an unforeseen skirmish over the South China Sea. As his consciousness fades into oblivion, he awakens once more—not as Captain Carter, but as Adrian von Rabenfeld, the heir to a crumbling duchy in an alternate version of the Holy Roman Empire during the 17th century. Born into an era of constant warfare, religious strife, and the encroaching forces of both the Ottoman Empire and emerging nation-states, Adrian must navigate the treacherous waters of feudal politics. With his knowledge of modern warfare, supply chain logistics, and statecraft, he is determined to turn his backwater duchy into a formidable military power. But war is not only fought on the battlefield—scheming nobles, zealous clergy, and foreign adversaries all seek to dictate the fate of his lands. Will Adrian be able to carve a path toward a unified, industrialized Germanic empire centuries ahead of its time? Or will he be crushed beneath the weight of history, his modern knowledge unable to overcome the inertia of medieval thought? One thing is certain: in an age of muskets and mercenaries, only the strong shall write history in their name.

Man reincarnated into a boy and have fun with many milf. Extreme R-18 with little plot. This is translated novel. If you want more of chapters then consider supporting me at

DROPPED DONT READ THIS William, a prodigy with jet-black hair streaked with fiery red, and piercing blue eyes, is about to reshape the course of history with an effective method and a harmful approach. Soon to be known as the Crimson Blade, he roams the frontlines, leaving a trail of blood wherever he goes. Gifted with swordsmanship and lack of magic he is a figure unlike any other. Having lost his memories at a young age lost with no hope, finding his leanage along the way, standing out in a world divided by chaos and conflict. In a land fractured by centuries of war and mistrust. In a continent known as Eldrath, comprising of The cruel and corrupt Empire and two adjacent nations William emerges as a beacon of hope. Will his legacy be one of unity or ruin?

I watch him, his green eyes brimming with concern as he gently massages my scarred leg. The sensation is both soothing and a stark reminder of my own inadequacy. The once-feared Crimson General, a symbol of power and invincibility, is now nothing but a frail shadow of his former self. I’ve been abandoned, left to decay in this forsaken place, my family and comrades long forgotten. Darkness had become my only solace, and I had resigned myself to it. Then he arrived, a beacon of light in my endless night. His presence, his care—it’s more than I ever deserved. Yet, I find myself clinging to him with an intensity that borders on madness. I hate that I need him so desperately, that his every action and word have become my lifeline. It consumes me, a torment I can't escape. "You don't have to do this. Please, don’t do this. I’m nothing. You deserve better. Leave. Please," I beg, my voice trembling with raw anguish, the very words tearing me apart. He continues his work, seemingly unaffected by my pleas. "Why are you here? Look at me! I’m nothing." Desperation and anger swell within me, mixing into a maelstrom of anxiety. I can’t comprehend the emotions coursing through me. "You're my alpha, where else would I be?" he responds softly, his gaze unwavering, as if my pleas were mere background noise. My heart races, torn between overwhelming relief and paralyzing dread. In that moment, I realize the truth: you would have to tear him from my cold, lifeless arms. I’m never letting go. - General Thorne, betrayed and broken, finds new life and love with Omega Noelle, who nurses him back to health. Their deepening bond reveals Thorne’s softer side, offering a chance at happiness. Unfortunately, Thorne’s past soon catches up with them, threatening their newfound peace. **** STOP!!!! HERE IS 9 REASONS YOU SHOULD GIVE THIS A SHOT 1. Omegaverse 2. The Alpha is a greenflag. 3. Fluff, and cheesey cliche romance. 4. Faceslapping and revenge. 5. Smut, with no dubcon or noncon. 6. OP husband. 7. Really cliche plot honestly. Those historical manhwas but make it gay. 8. The omega/bot is not a pushover. 9. I'm asking you give it a shot please.

Thank you for checking out this novel! I'm excited to share that it will soon have a manhwa webtoon adaptation. Please be sure to visit and support the webtoon by voting—your support means the world! Blood pooled across the floor, the sharp metallic scent mixing with the stifling air. Their teacher’s lifeless body lay crumpled, a gaping hole where his forehead had been. The entire class stood frozen, paralyzed by fear as the strange, unfeeling object hovered, its crimson sensor scanning the room like a predator sizing up its prey. Jin Dalle’s heart thundered in her chest, her trembling hands gripping the edge of her desk as her wide, terrified eyes darted toward the window. Above the school, it loomed—a machine neither bird nor beast, its cold, metallic surface glinting in the sunlight. Then, like a curtain of despair, an impenetrable barrier encased the campus, a shimmering dome stretching across the horizon. A cold, mechanical voice pierced the silence: "Commencing Operation REJUVENATION. Initiative 21—status: green. Attention: all humans in Zone 1 (Paradisus). Only two subjects will be permitted to exit the dome alive. Any attempt to escape will result in immediate incineration. T-minus 1,260 seconds to initiation." Panic erupted as the weight of the announcement settled. This was no test, no cruel joke. It was survival—an unspeakable game of life and death. Jin’s knees buckled under the pressure. She couldn’t kill. How could she? But survival demanded more than resolve; it demanded blood. Beside her stood Choi Minhee, her expression cold, her resolve sharper than a blade. Minhee didn’t flinch at the thought of taking a life—she would do whatever it took to survive, even if it meant staining her hands red. Together, they must navigate the abyss of betrayal, desperation, and despair. Trust is fragile, and hope is fleeting. As the dome becomes their battlefield, only two truths remain: death lurks in every shadow, and luck, that fickle mistress, could be their savior—or their undoing. Jin and Minhee must fight through hell, clinging to their wits, their instincts, and the faint, fragile thread of fortune. In a world where survival comes at the cost of humanity, who will be left standing when the dome finally falls?

In the kingdom of Eldoria, a great and ancient ritual is performed to summon the ultimate hero who will defeat the Demon King and save the world from destruction. The kingdom’s mages and wizards prepare with great care, knowing that the fate of their people hangs in the balance. But when the summoning portal opens, the hero they get isn’t exactly what they had in mind. Meet Kyle McGee—a laid-back, fearless Florida man who just wanted to enjoy a day of surfing and chilling by the beach. Instead, he finds himself mysteriously transported to a magical medieval world, summoned to defeat a powerful Demon King. Armed with no magic, no skills, and an absurd sense of confidence, Kyle takes the kingdom’s expectations in stride—after all, he’s got improvisation down to an art. From riding dragons like jet skis to defeating monsters with nothing more than random objects, Kyle’s wild stunts and unpredictable chaos quickly become both a blessing and a curse for the kingdom. While the terrified villains struggle to predict his next move, the kingdom’s leaders question how someone so unqualified can be their salvation. The Princess, Seraphina, can’t decide if Kyle is a blessing or a disaster, but there’s one thing everyone can agree on: Kyle’s completely unorthodox methods are the only thing standing between Eldoria and the Demon King. As Kyle’s madness leads to unexpected victories and ever-more bizarre encounters, the kingdom starts to realize that maybe—just maybe—his chaos is exactly what they need. But with the Demon King’s forces growing stronger, Kyle may be the kingdom's last, ridiculous hope for survival. Can a Florida man with no magic save a kingdom that’s way out of his league? If he can survive long enough to figure out what’s going on, he just might. It’s a wild ride filled with absurd humor, epic battles, and the most unorthodox hero the world has ever known.

Synopsis: The Rise of the Blood Demon Joon-Ho, a timid orphan from South Korea, lived a life of despair, finding solace only in martial arts manhwas that celebrated strength and justice. Tragically, his life was cut short by his tormentors on a stormy night, but death was only the beginning. Awakening in a mystical realm of majestic landscapes and unparalleled beauty, Joon-Ho discovers he has been reborn with an uncanny mastery of demonic martial arts—techniques he'd only read about in his favorite stories. As he explores this new world, he stumbles upon a hidden cave filled with ancient carvings and an unsettling aura. When he awakens, a crimson-robed man kneels before him, proclaiming him the Blood Demon—the prophesied savior of the feared and revered Blood Cult. Confused and reluctant, Joon-Ho is thrust into a destiny he neither understands nor desires. Can he rise to the role of the Blood Demon, navigate this dangerous world, and uncover the truth behind his rebirth? In a tale of power, redemption, and identity, Joon-Ho must confront his fears, embrace his newfound abilities, and decide whether to fulfill the prophecy or forge his own path.

A 5 years old young boy who look to be 7/8 years tall could be seen working hard in a smithy his facial features could be described as adorable and handsome with jet black hair,deep black eyes that seem to glow in the night though his right eye seem to have a purplish violet shade with slight chubby cheeks but the young's boys skin looked to be sickly pale and he looked to be slightly on the skinny side most people would take pity on and Allan wouldn't mind taking advantage of them. Allan born of a commoner who never knew his father lived a relatively harsh but peaceful life in the city of Ashfall with his loving mother till one day when he returns home and finds his mother dead. To escape his mother's killers he escape toward the Empire's capital in hopes of escaping his mother killers where he meets Princess Anastasia daughter of Fire Emperor now where will his choices and fate lead Allan to…

I possessed a supporting character in a reverse harem novel. As a young concubine who gained the interest of the emperor. The concubines and male lords eventually killed her for treason. Fortunately, I possessed her just as she was entering the Imperial Palace. Everyone in the Imperial Palace was wary of me, but didn’t hate me yet. I don’t need nor want to be loved by the emperor. “Come to my room tonight. I’ll read you a fairy tale!” "Woo, don’t cry. I’ll give you this.” But why is everyone so soft towards me? I don’t understand. ‐--‐-‐--------------------------------------------------------------------- I am not the author of this novel, but personally I think the Novel is better than the Manhwa. Author(s) Yemaro 예마로

WARNING WARNING WARNING!!! THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN DISTURBING THINGS IF YOUR MENTAL PROWESS ISN'T STRONG THIS STORY IS NOT FOR YOU. WARNING WARNING WARNING!!! THIS IS MY OWN STORY I OWN ALL RIGHTS ACCEPT FOR THE PICTURES I WILL USE FOR THE CHARACTERS. ____________________________________ Jake, Your average 33 year old man was driving home from the gym only to die from lack of Sleep in The Car, how Will he live in a World of a Dark Smutty Manhwa. ___________________________________ Jake: that's Not how I Fucking died Author: shut the fuck up the synopsis is only for Show Jake: yeah right Author: -_-

Arelins....a new world right.? Somewhere in this world,there exists the beautiful celestial body named Arelins... This story is of a whole new concept. Believe me.!Not like those CEOs type...first love revenge...bff betrayal or anything like those same concept mangas and manhwas you have read till now. I myself am I manga and manhwa reader. I have always seen in comment section readers saying..."Argh...again with the same concept...can't they make a new one.?" I thought so also. That's why I make this story of a whole new adventure...love...and all the things you haven't explored till now for you all only.!

---(Haitus)--- Zack is a nobody, until a tabloid mistakenly publishes a photo of him with rising star Kieran, claiming they’re dating. To control the damage, Kieran’s publicist suggests they fake the relationship, but pretending to be the boyfriend of someone this hot comes with unexpected challenges. From public dates to paparazzi scandals, their fake relationship heats up into something far more real—and sexual—than either expected. Characters: •Zack Williams• Age: 26 Height: 5’10” Hair: Blonde, slightly wavy, and always a little messy Eyes: Hazel with flecks of green Skin: Light olive complexion, prone to blushing easily (much to his annoyance) Distinguishing Features: A faint scar on his left eyebrow from a childhood accident. His expressive face—his emotions are written all over it, making him terrible at hiding how he feels. •Kieran Knight• Age: 28 Height: 6’2” Hair: Jet black, always perfectly styled, whether it’s in a tousled Eyes: Piercing gray with subtle blue undertones Skin: Fair, with a slight golden undertone that glows under the spotlight. Always impeccably groomed, with a faint five o’clock shadow that adds to his charm. Distinguishing Features: A small beauty mark just above his upper lip on the right side. A confident, teasing smile that makes people feel like they’re in on a secret.

Gavin, the peculiar anti-hero of Endless Proof: Reincarnation Isn't Justice!, is a petite, delicate-looking teenage boy whose outward appearance is as unnerving as his personality. With his diminutive frame and androgynous features, he often draws confused glances, an effect only heightened by his striking hair—split evenly between stark white and jet black, as if his very existence is divided between light and shadow. But it’s his eyes that truly unsettle: deep, black voids that seem to swallow light, as though they’re windows to the infinite emptiness of his soul. His unnervingly blank expression often gives way to smirks of dry amusement, the only hint at the chaos he’s about to unleash. Gavin has long since stopped caring about the endless cycle of reincarnation he’s trapped in. With no original life to anchor him and an unending loop of memories from countless worlds, identities, and timelines, he’s grown utterly disillusioned. He doesn’t even bother pretending to be invested anymore. Instead, he’s made a choice: if the universe insists on thrusting him into infinite lives, he’ll make each one a stage for his dark comedy, turning everyone around him into unwitting participants in his whimsical chaos. Despite his frail, ghostlike appearance, Gavin wields immense power, easily bending the rules of each world to suit his humor. He might conjure a fire-breathing dragon, only to make it sneeze bubbles instead of fire. He’s just as likely to replace the fearsome demon king’s minions with a choir of tone-deaf singing slimes or turn the Chosen Hero’s sacred relic into a banana. His deadpan delivery and unflinching apathy only make his antics more jarring—he’ll face world-ending crises with the same energy he uses to decide whether breakfast should include toast. Though Gavin’s jokes are seemingly harmless, they often force other characters to face the absurdity of their own existences. Arrogant knights, stoic kings, and brooding villains are all reduced to bumbling fools in his presence, their grand destinies shredded by his relentless mockery of the narratives they cling to. Yet, underneath his sharp wit and apathetic exterior lies a tragic core—an eternal loneliness born from existing without an origin, a person without a home or purpose. For Gavin, humor is both a weapon and a shield, a way to stave off the crushing weight of eternity. While others see him as an unpredictable force of nature, he sees himself as the punchline to an unfunny cosmic joke. His actions may seem random, but there’s a method to his madness: to remind everyone, including himself, that in a world as absurd as his, laughter is the only thing that makes sense.

Visceral jolts of electricity course through my veins, sending signals of pain up my arms and even further to the rest of my body, smoking, burning and scorching my upper chest, neck and both of my arms not even giving me a second of rest. With the cold air of the sea gliding over my still smouldering wounds, the stench of burnt flesh invades my nostrils. As my vision starts to blur, my eyes drift towards a flag flying in tangent with the waves, the colours so distinct they still stay with me to this day, a dark crimson, a jet black and frost white being sparingly used.

"Vivant dans les montagnes d’Hokkaido depuis son enfance, Kamiru Haru a toujours eu du mal à se faire une place dans la famille. Entouré de champions des sports d’hiver, il est celui qui, malgré tous ses efforts, ne parvient pas à suivre. À la fin du collège, il décide de quitter les cimes enneigées pour s’installer à Naha, la capitale d’Okinawa, chez son oncle. Son objectif : fuir l’ombre de sa famille et enfin se concentrer sur ses études, loin de la pression de la montagne. Mais la vie, comme toujours, a d’autres projets. Dès son arrivée, il est contraint de rejoindre le club de sport nautique de son oncle, une activité qu’il n’a jamais pratiquée. Sauf qu’aucun de ses rêves de tranquillité ne se réalisera, et il se retrouvera embarqué dans une série de situations aussi délirantes que inattendues. Entre plages ensoleillées, défis sportifs et rencontres explosives, Haru devra naviguer entre ses propres limites et de nombreux moments rocambolesques… Un manga plein de rires, de vagues et de chaleur humaine, où le sport et les petites mésaventures de la vie sont les ingrédients d’un été éternel qui s'annonce inoubliable !"

Meet Jayden, your average middle schooler—if by "average" you mean someone who hears voices in his head, has uncontrolled psychic abilities, and is constantly on the run from people he can't see. Life was going fine, you know, just the typical teen drama—until Jayden learned he wasn’t as normal as he thought. One minute, he's having class learning long division, trying to make it through the school day, and the next, he’s got invisible men hunting him down for reasons he doesn’t understand. Sure, that’s a Tuesday for some, but for Jayden, it’s just the beginning of a very weird, and very dangerous, journey. Apparently, these men aren’t fans of Jayden's newfound powers. And in the midst of all this, Anna—his so-called friend—has some questionable motives of her own, leading to a betrayal that throws Jayden into a storm of chaos he didn’t ask for. Enter the mysterious man—let’s call him the guy with a plan. This man swoops in like some kind of mysterious mentor figure who sees potential in Jayden (don’t worry, he’s not here to make him a superhero—far from it). No, this guy sees a lot of raw, untapped psychic chaos and decides to take Jayden under his wing. It’s all very sinister and very confusing, but Jayden doesn’t have time to process it because he's suddenly plucked out of his life, thrown onto a private jet, and given an offer: join the fight, or become a pawn in a game he doesn't understand. And just when Jayden thinks he’s reached rock bottom, he’s introduced to Nadya—one part pilot, one part “I’ll break you if you don’t get your act together” drill sergeant. She’s assigned to “train” Jayden, but don’t get too excited—she’s not exactly on the whole “let’s make him a hero” bandwagon. No, she’s got her own issues, and they’re all written in sharp, Russian-accented sarcasm. The good news? She’s tough. The bad news? Jayden’s about to get thrown into a warzone. Because what’s the best way to “train” someone with uncontrollable psychic powers? Send them into an international conflict, obviously. So, what’s a guy like Jayden supposed to do when he’s got powers, a bunch of shady people telling him what to do, and absolutely no clue who to trust? He can either lean into the darkness and become a villain, or... well, become a hero. Maybe. It’s not looking great for him, though. But here’s the kicker—he didn’t ask for this. In fact, Jayden would much rather go back to his old life of trying to avoid attention, and definitely not end up in some high-stakes international conspiracy. But since life doesn’t care about your plans, Jayden’s about to dive into something far bigger than himself. And it’s going to be explosive—literally. Will Jayden succumb to the chaos? Will he learn how to control his powers? Or will he burn it all down and go down in a blaze of psychic glory? You'll have to stick around to find out. Spoiler: There’s a lot of unpredictable in his future. And honestly? That’s just how he likes it.