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Tien Tri Beam Cell

THE MORTAL

Năm 2104, thế giới đứng trước một tương lai u ám khi một lời tiên tri cổ xưa dự báo rằng Trái Đất sẽ bị xâm lăng bởi một chủng tộc ngoài hành tinh đầy bí ẩn. Để chuẩn bị cho ngày đó, loài người đã sáng tạo nên một hệ thống giáo dục đặc biệt nhằm đào tạo những Sentinel - các chiến binh tối thượng, bảo vệ hành tinh khỏi diệt vong. Tại học viện Aetherium danh giá ở phía Bắc Nhật Bản, Ichinose Makoto, một học sinh bình thường với quá khứ mờ nhạt, bất ngờ bị cuốn vào vòng xoáy định mệnh khi đặt chân vào ngôi trường. Bên cạnh những người bạn đồng hành như Gyokushii Taeru - cậu bạn thân kỳ lạ và những người bạn thú vị khác, Makoto từng bước khám phá tiềm năng ẩn giấu bên trong mình. Cùng với lời tiên tri hé lộ về sự xuất hiện của một vị anh hùng vĩ đại, Makoto phải đối mặt với những thử thách khắc nghiệt, các cuộc chiến sinh tử, và bí mật đen tối đằng sau sự tồn tại của học viện. Liệu cậu có thể trở thành Sentinel mạnh nhất và thực hiện lời hứa bảo vệ nhân loại, hay sẽ bị cuốn vào bóng tối của số phận? Thế giới của The Mortal là nơi lòng dũng cảm, tình bạn và sự hy sinh được thử thách trong những trận chiến nghẹt thở. Đây là câu chuyện dành cho những ai yêu thích hành trình trưởng thành, sức mạnh siêu nhiên và những bí ẩn đan xen. Hãy đồng hành cùng Makoto và các Sentinel tương lai để khám phá câu trả lời!
Marco_Inder · 1.5K Views

I Grow Stronger With Every Death!

[You have died 100 times!] [100x Multiplier to all Stats!] The gods fell, their potent blood rained through the universe like a flood corrupting the entire cosmos, including earth! Their divine blood infected the various earthly creatures, turning them into horrible mutations, impacting the very fabric of reality and space, generating dimensional realms on and beyond earth. For this reason, God energy manifested. Barren planets gained life, wild beasts gained god cells, becoming mutations and a few humans awakened several talent. After a few centuries, humans were able to absorb God energy by killing Fiendgods and implanting God cells within their bodies, altering their very genetic makeup and transforming themselves into true abominations. … In the future, Karl Morningstar, was at home when he received a message from his younger female colleague. “I am home alone, want to come over?” Without hesitation, Karl rushed out of his home with his scooter trying to score some good time when he was hit by a truck. He died with an astonishing amount of remorse that he reincarnated to the past, only to find himself groping the Head-Instructor in public who had came to wake his predecessor up from his sleep. For the second time, he died. [Ding! Death-Multiplier System upgraded to lvl 100 unlocked; 10,000 times Multiplier upon death!] [All stats Increased by 10,000 times!] [Death Clone ability Unlocked] [Death Clone (Lv:100): When body part is severed, your severed parts can now regenerate into infinite controllable clones] [Upgrade system to unlock more multiplier and abilities!] [Please die again for more benefits!] … In a world where a single mistake can lead to your death, follow Karl as he tries his possible best to make mistakes in this dangerous world!  
Typhlix · 19K Views

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 · 43.6K Views

Alpha Damon's Substitute Luna

When he failed to find his fated human mate after seven years of searching, alpha Damon decides to abduct seventy-five young women from all over the city who fit within his Luna’s age range and description, to have them trained for his selection. What starts off as a competition for the alpha’s heart quickly turns to a bloody game of survival. *** “What’s your name?” Damon asked, his voice clipped and cold. Though his eyes were narrowed, they were a bit mad around the edges. The blonde woman in front of him traced a red coated fingertip over his tattooed chest, all the way to his slightly exposed pelvis. She smacked her lips at the obvious bulge in his tight pants. “If you wanted a good time, why didn’t you just say so?” She threw a side long glance at the rest of the women cooped up in the cells, their fingers desperately grabbing the bars and yelling obscenities at the man who thought it was a good idea to abduct them for his personal reasons. “Why don’t we go somewhere private?” She added with a seductive wink. The alpha’s patience wore thin but he remained calm. “What.is.your.name?” He repeated with the slightest hint of annoyance. His eyes dipped to the card in her hand and she followed suit, smiling at the words on them; Luna 37. She rolled her eyes and tossed the paper aside. Did he seriously expect them to believe he was some alpha werewolf? Was that his play for getting laid? She scoffed at his silly roleplay antics. Werewolves were fictional but if that was what got him in the mood, she didn't mind playing along. He was definitely her type. “The name is Tyla Woodley…” He moved like a blur, snapping her neck like a twig. The other prisoners screamed at the top of their lungs as Tyla’s body thudded to the floor in a crumpled heap. Damon flexed his neck and arms before starting towards the cells. When he approached, all the women retreated, crying and screaming. He unlocked a cell and raked the women with his eyes. Shuffling forward, he yanked one out by the scruff of her neck. “NO! Cleo! Let her go!” A wide-eyed woman screamed from another cell, banging the bars violently. “Let her go, you monstrous cunt! Fuck you! You hear me? FUCK YOU, DAMON WAYNE!” He froze at the mention of his full name, and let go of the whimpering prisoner who crawled back into the open cell on all fours. Slowly, Damon advanced towards the rude woman’s cell but she didn’t back away like the others. She gripped the bars and spat in his face when he was standing in front of her. “Couldn’t find yourself a Luna, tough guy? No surprise there. The moon goddess must not have been able to bring herself to torture an innocent woman with the tragic fate of being your Luna.” Damon reined in the rage bubbling within him by gritting his teeth. This one wasn't as clueless as the dead one. “What is your name?” She knew he wanted her to mention the name on her card; Luna 91. He had just killed a prisoner who gave her actual name. However, he didn't hint at her card by looking at it. His eyes never left hers. She inhaled sharply. To hell with him. As long as her sister, Cleopatra, could remain safe long enough for them to figure out a way to escape from here, she didn't mind distracting the monster as long as she could. “Luna 91, Asshole!” He shot her a roguish grin. "Welcome to hell, Luna 91." He said before reaching beyond the bars and grabbing her neck amidst deafening screams.
Pennedby_Precious · 1.5K Views

Nguyền giả tế khúc

Trong một thế giới nơi các vị thần và con người cùng tồn tại, lời tiên tri về Hoa Hồng Đen- dấu hiệu báo hiệu sự hồi sinh của Ngự thần – đã làm dấy lên một cuộc săn lùng tàn khốc. Cả những kẻ tôn thờ lẫn những kẻ muốn tiêu diệt Hắc Thần đều ra sức tìm kiếm chủ nhân thực sự của dấu hiệu này. Askel Rio Lance, một cậu bé sinh ra trong một ngôi làng nhỏ, không hề biết rằng số phận của mình đã gắn chặt với lời tiên tri ấy. Không có tài năng về phép thuật hay kiếm thuật, Askel luôn bị xem là yếu kém so với những đứa trẻ khác. Nhưng một biến cố kinh hoàng đã thay đổi tất cả – khi ngọn lửa của sự hận thù và tuyệt vọng thắp sáng, dấu ấn của Hoa Hồng Đen hiện ra trên cơ thể cậu, báo hiệu sự khởi đầu của một hành trình đầy máu và sự hận thù. Từ một đứa trẻ bình thường, Askel bị cuốn vào một cuộc chiến vượt ngoài tầm hiểu biết của cậu. Những kẻ săn lùng ngự thần truy sát cậu, trong khi một giáo hội bí ẩn lại muốn lợi dụng cậu để hồi sinh vị thần bị nguyền rủa. Đứng giữa hai thế lực đối lập, Askel dần khám phá ra sự thật về bản thân, về thế giới, và về vị thần mà mọi người đều khiếp sợ. Là một kẻ bị nguyền rủa, hay là sứ giả của một kỷ nguyên mới? Cuộc hành trình của Askel bắt đầu – một hành trình chống lại cả thế giới.
Eatcakebaker · 367 Views
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