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Mousou Express

The vengeful God in another world is me?! Wasn't it just a game?!

‘How did this happen’ The young man, practically a boy, looked at the scene in front of him. In just one glance it was possible to see dozens of people, more closely he was sure there could be hundreds or thousands of people prostrating themselves in front of him. From the center of the city square to the adjacent streets in front of the temple, with a frightening similarity to what happened in the Vatican when the Pope gave a speech. The young man sitting on a throne too big for him, inside a marble temple he could see expressions of happiness, reverence, gratitude and in some a small hint of fear. Not that he paid much attention to the others, his attention was mainly drawn to the group directly below the throne. This group was made up of people of various ages, from old men with gray and wrinkled hair, but with strangely healthy bodies and postures upright like poles, to young people of various ages including children. What this group in particular had in common was their expression, which could only be described as fanatical as they looked at the young man. The only thing that was going on in the young man's head, with all this excessive attention, was simply... ‘How did things get like this?!!!! I was just playing a game!!!!’ In a room in an ordinary apartment, in an ordinary city. A seemingly ordinary young man could be seen lying in bed with a cell phone on his chest. The cell phone was on and showing scenes from what appeared to be a game. With a small and intriguing coincidence that the young man sitting on a huge throne inside a marble temple was completely identical to the sleeping young man. ********************************************** Thanks to ImagineArt for the image
FereliX25 · 22.4K Views

O Deus vingativo em outro mundo sou eu?! não era só um jogo?!

‘Como foi que isso aconteceu’ O jovem, praticamente um garoto olhava para a cena em sua frente. Em apenas uma olhada era possível ver dezenas de pessoas, mais atentamente ele tinha certeza que podiam ser centenas ou milhares, de pessoas se prostrado em sua frente. Desde o centro da praça da cidade até as ruas adjacentes na frente do templo, com uma similaridade assustadora com oque acontecia no Vaticano quando o Papa fazia algum discurso. O jovem sentado em um trono grande demaia para ele, dentro de um templo de mármore podia ver a expressões de felicidade, reverência, gratidão e em alguns uma pequena pitada de medo. Não que ele prestasse muita atenção nos demais, sua atenção era atraída principalmente para o grupo diretamente abaixo do trono. Esse grupo era composto de pessoas de várias idades desde velhos com cabelos grisalhos e enrugados, mas com corpos estranhamente saudáveis e com posturas eretas como postes, há jovens de várias idade incluindo crianças. Oque esse grupo tinha em particular tinha em comum expressão que tinham, só podendo ser descritas como fanáticas enquanto olhavam o jovem. A única coisa que se passava na cabeça do jovem, cento dessa atenção desmedida era simplesmente… ‘Como as coisas ficaram assim?!!!! Eu só tava jogando um jogo!!!!’ ——————————— Em um quarto de um apartamento comum, em uma cidade comum. Um jovem aparentemente comum podia ser visto deitado na cama com um celular sobre o peito. O celular estava ligado e mostrava cenas do que parecia ser um jogo. Com uma pequena e intrigante coincidência de que o jovem sentado em um enorme trono dentro de um templo de mármore, era completamente idêntico ao jovem dormindo. ********************************************** Obrigado ao ImagineArt pela imagem
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Mr. Billionaire's Second Chance Bride

In a world of wealth and deceit, Zephyrine Cloutier seeks vengeance against those who destroyed her. Reincarnated two years before her tragic death, she's determined to reclaim her rightful position. But fate entwines her with Kendrick Desjardins, a brilliant entrepreneur hiding secrets of his own. Their marriage sparks a dangerous game of power, loyalty, and passion. As Zephyrine navigates ruthless business rivals, she must confront her own darkness. Will her thirst for revenge consume her, or will love redeem her? Excerpt “Don't you know how to knock? I am a lady,” Zephyrine taunted since he no longer saw her as his wife. He should endure the pain and embarrassment of barging into a lady's room. Kendrick nodded as if she wasn't talking to her, “I'll be off. Get ready if you don't want to be left alone.” He turned around and left. Zephyrine clicked her tongue, at least he was better than some men who would abandon their wives to be with their mistress. Huh? Zephyrine widened her eyes as a thought dawned on her. The word mistress actually rings a bell to her ear. Alexandra was her only competitor. Is Kendrick planning on cheating on her with Charlotte in this house? At the big entrance gate was a name engraved, Paradisio Elite. Zephyrine's expression changed, the car was not stopped by the gatekeepers at the gate. With a light push, the door opened wide enough for them to enter. Zephyrine was sure that by the end of the day, she would have to go to the hospital to get glasses. No word was enough to compliment the house. Her heart warmed up when she thought of how much he must have spent on the design. She bit her lip and held Kendrick's hand, “I..” “Welcome home!” The sound of popping balloons stopped Zephyrine from saying what she had been trying to control. Zephyrine looked in the direction and her expression turned awful. Her impression of Kendrick turned bad and to be honest, she was like what the heck! Alexandra?
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