Weeping Peninsula Mausoleum

Elara was not a nosy person, but something about her supposedly perfect boss helplessly weeping at night in an empty office triggered her curiosity. Mr. Terrence, her boss, was the ideal image of perfection: powerful, rich, and amiable. There had not been a single flaw in him until the day she saw the crack in his mask. Not only was he not the dominant figure she had assumed, but he was also clingy, sweet, and... wasn’t this the ideal puppy boyfriend?! How was this possible? Her boss was actually a secret softie! Follow Elara as she navigates the chaotic relationship with her 'perfect' boss, filled with nothing but surprises!

On the day I was born, my village was struck by a series of bizarre events. First, Old Wang's white-haired dog, which had been with him for eight years, donned a black robe and stood upright, wandering the streets before stopping at my house to bow. Meanwhile, a horde of unusually large rats with blood-red eyes scurried through the streets, gathering at my doorstep and refusing to leave. This unusual sight enraged the village cats, sparking a fierce battle. Contrary to their usual behavior, the rats fearlessly clashed with the cats, leading to a gruesome scene with casualties on both sides. The villagers watched in stunned silence, while the elderly commented that such unnatural occurrences were omens of chaos as per ancient beliefs. That night, the strange occurrences continued with eerie opera singing emanating from an open space near my home. Curious onlookers ventured out only to discover the performers were figures made of paper, and the audience was a motley crew of supernatural beings surrounding a coffin. Inside the coffin, an old woman watched the spectacle with great interest. This sight terrified the villagers, who fled back to their homes, praying fervently for divine intervention from every deity they knew. The entire village, including my family, spent a sleepless night in fear. The following day, the creatures had vanished, leaving behind a mess that confirmed the night's events were not a dream. In rural areas, such supernatural incidents were often taken seriously, causing widespread alarm and speculation about a curse on my family. My grandfather, dressed in tattered clothes, rushed from the mountains and without explanation, began to beat my father and uncles severely, afterwards holding me and weeping bitterly. He ominously remarked that I was born a "bearer of sins, despised by both humans and ghosts," hinting at a mysterious affliction tied to my existence. That night, I developed a high fever and struggled between life and death, with my grandfather and uncles fighting off a malevolent spirit attempting to drain my life force. They fell ill from the ordeal, taking a month to recover. Years later, I learned of my grandfather's reasons for naming me Zhang Jiu Zui, meaning "Nine Sins," reflecting the burdens I carried from birth. Despite my introverted nature, inherited from my father's quiet demeanor, my grandfather took pride in my disinterest in worldly affairs, often taking me to his well-kept but humble abode filled with books on exorcism, folklore, and esoteric knowledge. I spent years immersed in these tales of demons and diviners, shaping my understanding of the world until academic pressures from high school forced me to visit less. My high school years ended in disappointment when illness ruined my chances at university exams, an event my grandfather oddly celebrated as fortunate. After deciding to retake the exams, my life took an unexpected turn when several luxury cars arrived at our village, heading straight for my grandfather's humble home. The well-dressed occupants from the cars approached with formal documents, knocking on his door with a sense of urgency and respect.

#KINGDOMBUILDING #MILITARY #SLICEOFLIFE Un groupe d'amis en la noirceur de la nuit se font dévorer par un phénomène pour qui le mot d'étrange n'est point suffisant a le décrire . Années 1200 les Almohade/Al Muwahhidun une entité surpuissante règne en maître sur l'Afrique du nord et la péninsule Ibérique , rien et personne n'aurait pus prédire que cette même superpuissance vivait ses dernières heures de gloire et qu'une sombre ère qui allait durer la moitié d'un siècle pointait son nez sur le cœur de cet empire du Maghreb . Nos protagonistes se retrouvent en plein dans la tourmente de cette période trouble où Sultans/Califes de l'empire se succèdent a un rythme alarmant rappelant la période l'Empire Romain d'Occident , la criminalité connais une hausse , l'empire recule de face aux chrétiens Ibériques et les dynasties vassales à l'empire , pour la première fois depuis 2 siècles les routes commerciales transSaharienne , d'Al Andalus et du Maghreb son sujettes à des raids constants des bandits et criminels en tous genres , le commerce ralentit , l'instabilité se repend , les vivres et marchandises ne circulent plus , les famines accompagnées d'épidémies se déclarent dans tous l'empire , les officiers et bureaucrates de l'empire meurts de façon étrange et misterieuse , ceux qui leur succèdent ne font chaque années que renforcer leur image d'incompétence et de corruption , tous dans l'empire espèrent un messie qui les sauveras eux et cet dernier rempart de l'Occident islamique des loups affamés d'Europe . que fera nos protagonistes pour survivre et vivre en cette période trouble et confuse ? parviendront ils a survivre face aux imprévus de la vie en cet empire qui n'est qu'une simulations titanesques du concept de décadence. English version A group of friends in the dark of night are devoured by a phenomenon for which the word "strange" is not enough to describe it. In the year 1200, the Almohads/Al Muwahhidun, an overpowering entity, reigned supreme over North Africa and the Iberian Peninsula. Nothing and no-one could have predicted that this same superpower was living out its final hours of glory and that a dark era that would last half a century was about to dawn on the heart of this Maghreb empire. Our protagonists find themselves in the midst of the turmoil of this troubled period, when the empire's sultans and caliphs succeed one another at an alarming rate, reminiscent of the period of the Western Roman Empire, crime is on the rise, the empire is retreating in the face of the Iberian Christians and the dynasties vassal to the empire, for the first time in 2 centuries the trans-Saharan trade routes of Al Andalus and the Maghreb are subject to constant raids by bandits and criminals of all kinds, Trade was slowing down, instability was spreading, food and goods were no longer circulating, famines accompanied by epidemics were breaking out throughout the empire, the empire's officers and bureaucrats were dying in strange and misterious ways, and those who succeeded them every year only reinforced their image of incompetence and corruption, everyone in the empire was hoping for a messiah who would save them and this last bulwark of the Islamic West from the the hungry wolves of Europe. What will our protagonists do to survive and live in these troubled and confused times? Will they manage to survive in the face of the unforeseen events of life in this empire, which is nothing more than a titanic simulation of the concept of decadence?

1453, a year that marked the end of an era With one city's fall, a shift from Medieval to Modern Constantinople, a name etched in time For a thousand years, stood strong and sublime Against foes that dreamed to take her down She persisted, unbroken, a true crown But tonight, everything changes Guns fired, women weep, men yell in ranges Praying to God for a savior's grace To rescue their city, to restore its place In history's twist, God answered their plea Sending a new emperor, the one they'd need Antonius, born of the seas To lead the Romans, a new destiny To reach another pinnacle of might And end the city's terrible plight 1453, a year that will forever divide Medieval and Modern, with a fallen city as the divide ------------------------------------------------------------------- AD1453, as the city of Constantinople prepares for its final fate, a pirate captain and crew sailed into the golden horn, history made an abrupt turn from this point onward.... Discord: https://discord.gg/fqm22ERK2C

Solo a god? ... Check! Earn all achievements? ... Double Check! Unlock the fabled [Isekai Quest] ... and get abducted into the game worlds?!! Infamous throughout the game "Worlds of Trodar," Rizz clears all achievements to unlock the exclusive [Isekai Quest]. Only, it's not a quest to pioneer a new server. It's a genuine contract for transmigration! Rizz awakens in a summoning circle, in the body of his most prized character, a goblin rogue. Back at lv. 1 with zero skills... And that's only the beginning of Rizz's troubles. All the gods are missing? All three pantheons?! Who the hell is the Diamond God, or the Crystalline Church!? What do you mean I can't go to high-level worlds? The world gates disappeared!?! ... With 2,000 years come and gone since all in-game events, Rizz has no idea where to look for answers. And what's with this [Achievement System]?! So what if there's a [Skill Spinner]? That's just a gatcha game to waste hard-earned skill points! There's not even a skill tree to go off of? Who the f*ck designed this thing!?! Yet... peasants will one day cry his name, in hope or disgust. Kings will cheer for their winnings and weep for their stolen treasures. Gods will be forced out of hiding, facing risks new and old. Because Rizz won't settle for conquering a single goblin tribe. He won't stop until all of his newfound brethren are unionized, across all worlds of Trodar! After that, with a few gods bribed out of retirement as support, Rizz's ambition only grows! To build a guild for demihumans, to preach a new religion under the Goblin God, and to raise nations of civilized monsters. Ready or not, each of Trodar's uncoupled worlds will be reconnected by a savvy, scheming goblin, toppling world boss after world boss. Inevitably, all will come to revere and loathe their most influential hero, Rizz, the Menace of Trodar! ---Book 4 of 10 in the Quillverse--- *** Sequel to "The Achievement Junkie" *** ~ Sunday MASS Releases! ~ Join the Discord! You might end up rolling for one of Rizz's skills... https://discord.gg/akzn9SM5k9 Art by @itsjustfroggy, found on Youtube, Twitter, or Twitch! *Want YOUR name (or a name/gamertag of your choice) in OAJ? Gift a Magic Castle, Spacecraft, or Golden Gachapon. I'll reach out via Discord after you join the server, then we'll chat about your character/name ;) **Note: You do NOT need to read my [Quillverse] series in order, but some books will have tie-ins or shared characters further back or further forward on the cosmic timeline. That includes easter eggs for returning readers.

Organica-Mechanus: Devil in a shell. Ōganika = mekanasu: Kara o kabutta akuma. オーガニカ＝メカナス：殻を被った悪魔。 In the year 2086, the dwindling remnants of humanity, elves, dwarves, and beastkin find themselves locked in a tumultuous conflict against an unknown race codenamed the 'Discarnum,' that has completely ravaged the continents of Arema, Elionios, Dwui and Besettia, leaving only the untouched peninsula of Uretia as the final bastion of hope. Humanity, elves, dwarves, and beastkin find themselves locked in a tumultuous conflict against an unknown force codenamed the 'Discarnum,' that has completely ravaged the continents of Arema, Elionios, Dwui and Besettia, leaving only the untouched peninsula of Uretia as the final bastion of hope behind its thick walls, shields, and advanced defence systems. The Discarnum, devouring everything and anyone they come in contact with, including the land itself, left a desolation in their wake; cities and capitals of melted stone, warped steel, and charred bones now inherit the forbidden lands, where only a thick miasma of death and all that remains are monsters beyond the veil, leaving no room for life to grow. Aware of the impending doom, the greatest minds of all four nations formed the 'Coalition' in 2086, where the four became one and spearheaded the development of a new weapon system. With man's ingenuity, elven knowledge, dwarven craftsmanship, and the beastkin's spirit, they forged suits of living mechanised armour. Born from the labour of near extinction and desperation, the 'Organica-Mechanus' was created, and with it a dark, terrifying secret that had been buried. Governed and wielded only by the strongest and most iron-willed of the four races, weapons of immense power forged ahead, cutting into the darkness, giving the coalition a much-needed foothold in a one-sided war to push back against the Discarnum and gain ground for the first time in ten years.  Three years have passed; there was hope for light to thrive in 2089, but within that hope, shadows of the past would emerge. Beyond the reclaimed zone, a new horror would awaken; in that silence of death and despair, three words would shake the very core of the coalition: "WE ARE COMING..." In the fear of the end, something would be awoken, a sin beyond sins, a monster of monsters, a devil of devils...  "I have become the creator of demons, the destroyer of angels. I pray that one day they can forgive me, for I cannot forgive myself... for I am the one that has cracked the Devil in a Shell and set it free." Yaiku Ui -:Creator of the Organicus Interface. Created by Disanium - Sakusei-sha: Disaniumu - 作成者: ディサニウム

The action takes place on an alternative Earth, which is subject to a system similar to the game one. Here people create characters and bring them into the real world. Creatures appear that could not appear naturally. These are cute animal girls, creepy battle dolls, and also strange animals with antennas that spread a signal that can control other beings.

Leng Feng looked at the woman who was crying and pleading for forgiveness. He found it laughable and, at the same time, was amused by how someone once seen as cold and aloof could now be in such a vulnerable state, easily taken advantage of. "Oh, how a lifetime of experience can transform someone from an aloof fairy to a weeping mess," Leng Feng thought and chuckled with amusement. Amidst his thoughts, Leng Feng had a realization: Was his own lifetime of experience fake? Crafted by someone to mold him into who he was now? Was he always just a mere puppet, destined to remain one in the future too? He questioned whether his love, hatred, pain, resentment, and tears were just part of a simulation created by someone. As he pondered, he chuckled at himself. Even if it was the emotions he felt were real. So what if he was a puppet? with his Chin held high, he stared at the heavens and uttered, "Against all odds, if I find you, puppeteer, you'll wish you were never born." ___________________ Disclaimer: The scenarios depicted in the story are purely fictional and should not be associated with real-life events or individuals. Any resemblance to actual places, names, or things is purely coincidental and does not reflect any connection to reality. Thank you.

"From the grave rise two men without eyes, Holding a heart in their hands. And I weep over my brother, Is this my blood, or his?" In a land once ablaze with the flames of glory, a bloody uprising turned everything to ashes, giving rise to a fanatic regime founded upon the religion of Firinic. Yet amidst the ruins, one soul has sworn to one day return to this forsaken land and reclaim their stolen rights with blood, rising from the fire and ashes. This is a Requiem for Fire-a Fire in which courage, vengeance, and hope burn to bend destiny before the will of justice. It is the chronicle of a hundred years of torment, a century that serves as a poignant reminder of a forgotten truth: "Justice lives in the heart of those who resist."

A boy on the cusp of his seventeenth year who has yet to awaken the Radiance promised by his Guiding Star. While others manifest miraculous abilities, Seryth wrestles with a dormant destiny, haunted by dreams of falling stars and an unshakable sense of being out of place in a world that glorifies the light above. As he navigates the trials of youth and a society that views him as ordinary, Seryth begins to question the very foundations of the world around him. Blurring the lines between cosmic beauty and mortal fragility, “When Stars Weep” is a tale of self-discovery, power, and the relentless search for meaning in a universe where nothing is as it seems.

In a usurped kingdom , amid a war-torn and blood-soaked Italy, Conradin's battleground is set. To reclaim his birthright the crown of Sicily, he must tread a path paved with blood, learning that he must do whatever it takes to ascend the throne. --------------- In the year 1266, the tale of Conradin, the last scion of an ancient imperial dynasty, unfolds. His once-great kingdom, Sicily, has been ruthlessly usurped first by his own uncle and now rests in the hands of the cunning French Count Charles. Through a treacherous plot involving the Pope, Charles managed to oust the Hohenstaufen from the Kingdom of Sicily and crowned himself as its king. In the East, powers such as the Despotate of Epirus are keenly observing the instability in Sicily, poised to seize any advantage that may arise from the chaos. Meanwhile, the small Italian communes are caught in the political crossfire, aligning themselves with one side of the conflict or the other based on the prevailing political party in power and their vested interests. These shifting allegiances turn the Italian peninsula into a powder keg, where all-out war seems inevitable. As the shadows of history close in around Conradin, the world watches with bated breath. Will he emerge triumphant, his name forever etched in the annals of Sicilian glory as the rightful king who defied insurmountable odds, toppling both the Pope and the usurper? Or will he, in his valiant struggle, become a tragic figure, a symbol of lost opportunities and shattered dreams? The future of Sicily hangs in the balance, and Conradin's destiny remains uncertain, poised on the precipice of history.

There's a popular dark romance Otome game called 'Dark Clouds.' Almost everyone who was someone had played it at some point. Correction. Everyone who was a female had played it at least once. And Long Wei who so happened to be a guy had bought the game out of pure curiosity and played it. Haru, his roommate, who played a big part in persuading Long Wei to buy 'Dark Clouds.' Had played every route imaginable in the game. She was so obsessed that with every two choices made, there were 4 new possibilities formed. At some point when she was done with her own storyline she began to play his. But even after all that Long Wei quickly got bored and gave up. The games plotline was simple but the storyline was chaotic. He had quickly grown tired of it all and tossed it to the side. He didn't understand all the hype it got. To him, the game was mediocre at best. Or at least that's what Long Wei had thought before he went to bed then woke up in the body of Zvei Anderson. An insignificant side character in the game who had died from the corruption of his own divine power. A character that was so canon fodder, he wasn't even used as a stepping stone for the FL and ML's love story. And to make matters worse, the character Zvei Anderson was captured and killed off screen in a way that would make even the devil weep. An end far worse then what the real villain herself had experienced. In the church of The Holy Grail, and Sun Temple of the Light God, there is no room for evil nor the corrupted. So Zvei death was imminent. But who could have predicted that Long Wei would meet his demise the same way? Now a noble Bishop filled with divine power that is both corrupted and pure, Long Wei has to find a plot route that will keep him alive and out of harms way until the main story is over. Yet why is it, that the more he tries to stay away from the main story, the more he gets involved in it. And to add why are all the ML's suddenly.... How dare he say...? Gay. Isn't this a 'straight' Otome game?

Cradled by self-ness, a new-born God came forth. The god, perceived as a phantom, wept as tears dripped across the waters. Thus came about its phantom heart. The weeping spirit, a solitary, god that could create anything with its right mind. However, there lay a message that told it one thing; Kill the Light. An unease built inside its heart. A dead thing, not even an echo that reached any god, nor creature alive. If not, then what was the God meant for? What else was needed of him? Thus, he wandered, days upon days, until he met a single, decrepit woman. The first contact he had since over a thousand years.

"Yunding Tiangong" is a thrilling adventure novel that delves into the mysterious world of ancient Chinese tombs and hidden treasures. The story follows a protagonist who, after surviving a fall off a cliff, awakens in a hospital with severe injuries and memory loss. Gradually recovering, he learns of his connection to an enigmatic underground palace known as the Dragon Tower Palace, a mausoleum with secrets that span millennia. Alongside a group of adventurers, including a resourceful man named Pan Zi, they explore the perilous ice caverns and uncover cryptic inscriptions and formidable guardians. The narrative intertwines historical elements with supernatural occurrences, leading to unexpected revelations and heart-stopping encounters.

The story revolves around the aftermath of Asa's death, in his funeral where people gathered he watched as his parents weeped but from afar his classmate Yanami is staring directly at him.

It's said that when the voice of the weeping angel is heard during the battle field, your time has come to an end. As the lives of the people in the town are being threatened by that same demon in disguise, how will they figure out a way to stop this harbinger of death... Before it claims it's next victim... ------ Hey guys, hope you enjoy this one shot, I'll be making a part too soon, so enjoy and stay blessed

"You know, darling, when was younger, I dreamt of finding the City of Towers and to live in one of its majestic silver towers. Unfortunately, it seems I wasn't meant for it..." "Don't be sad mother... I will go and search for it, and when I find it, I will bring you with me so that we can live there in peace!" "Oh my, what a caring son you are~ I'm sure you will succeed, and I'm certain that the Lady of the Gate will light your path... James" Year 842 of the Era of the Radiant Sun. On the northern shore of the Redcia peninsula, a hooded youth wandering is boarding on a galeon in search of a legend and to fulfill an old promise. Will the young one fail in his quest? Or will he emerge victorious? And if he was to succeed, how will he react to the fact that legends often do not fully align with reality? ---------------------------------------------- Aslo published on Neobook and Royal Road

Synopsis He is a nightmare born from daydream. She is madness in a pretty package. “The more I ignore you, the more you adore me? I don’t love you.” Gabriella stared at the man before her and she could help but admit that he was every woman’s wet dream. “ I have enough love for us to share.” A smirk appeared on Alessandro’s face as he slowly leaned closer to her until there was a few inches between their lips. Seeing him so close to her, she struggled to cover her dismay about his boldness. Gabriella swallowed hard. “Stay away from me.” He could see the pulse beating in her throat, he could see the tiny fleck of fear and nervousness. Without thinking, he covered her mouth with his and for an instant, she yielded to his hunger, she responded as if all the past disagreement they had meant nothing. He had expected resistance, anticipated ice. Instead he got fire, and it scorched through his blood, his only thought was tangling in the sheets with her.. Gabriella jerked her mouth away and slapped him hard. “Don’t ever touch me again.” Silvers of ice rose in her gaze as she shot him a glare that should have sliced him to the bone before walking away- then broke into a run as adrenaline filled her vein. She had just slapped Alessandro Romano, the most powerful man in the country. Alessandro watched her go, feeling ragged and edgy with desire. “You won’t get away from me, Wildcat.” * He was the boss of the underworld. At the sight of his mask and gun, everyone trembled. No one wanted to be his enemy. The man had developed two hundred and sixty torturing methods and he could do all of this without batting an eye, he doesn’t give empty threats. He was a monster. A monster that should never be angered or he would become your worst nightmare. When she was born, the devil exclaimed 'Oh shit! Competition.’ She could be sweet as sugar, cold as ice but if you hurt her, she would show you things worse than death. Some days she could be as meek as a dove, other days, she’s a bitch that you should not cross or the even the devil will weep on your behalf. He was Alessandro Romano, a powerful man to the public and Maschera, a masked mafia king in the underworld. He was used to taking what he wanted. Born to lead a powerful mafia family, he was not in the habit of asking for permission—or forgiveness. Willing to cross any boundary when it came to possessing what he considered to be his, Alessandro knew Gabriella was meant for him from the moment he laid eyes on her. She is Gabriella D’ Angelo, a not so simple girl. Alessandro finds himself instantly attracted to Gabriella as she matched his fire and is the only one fit to be his queen. She is out to get revenge for something relating to her past, irrespective of the cost and isn’t ready for any committed relationship. Their paths crossed and Alessandro is not willing to give up while Gabriella is defiant. Sparks fly and causes a collision followed by an explosion and what started off as a contract relationship would create a love that could stand the test of time. Would Gabriella’s revenge plan jeopardize the blooming love that they share? Would she be able to adapt to the dark side of her lover and rule alongside him?

VU Series #1: Marhea Carolina Juadron's Story Marhea's perceptions in life despite the series of enormous problems she's facing, remained firm and unyielding. With her mom leaving them for another man, her dad weeping for the relationship he failed to fix, her two brothers drifting away from their family, and their life slowly falling apart, she still views everything positively. She did not lose hope that her mom would eventually find her way back to their family and they would still have a happy ending. Her brave soul and unwavering optimism is the only hope left for her family to still stick together. But when her father decided to leave their home to forget and move to the city, Marhea met a guy who gradually changed her principles and crashed her most guarded walls she built for so many years..

In the aftermath of a brutal battle, the world lies in ruin—silent, godless, and drenched in sorrow. Among the wreckage, a lone child, barely clinging to life, searches desperately for his lost brother. What he finds instead is a nightmare, a tragedy too painful for words. As despair takes hold and the innocent suffer, the heavens remain cold and unyielding—until a god does the unthinkable. For the first time in a millennium, a god weeps—a tear of divine essence that carries the weight of a prayer, breaking the sacred laws of the celestial realm. This single act, born of forbidden sorrow and hope, sets into motion a chain of events that will challenge the very fabric of the world. But what could drive a god to break such a law? And what will be the cost of such a prayer? These are the questions left hanging in the balance, as the fate of the mortal and divine realms hangs on the edge of a golden tear.

My gaze fell on a slender mortal girl with short dark hair and glowing brown eyes. She looked like she was about to cry, and soon enough, she began sobbing. I glanced at the heaps of bodies around her—were they her companions? Why was she crying? This was war, and their fate was sealed the moment they entered my domain. I tilted my head, resting it on my hand as I studied her. There was something different about her, something I couldn’t quite figure out. Why did I feel a flicker of pain, an emotion, from my pitch-black heart? It shouldn’t be possible—my heart was dead. I was sure of that. Yet, she walked toward my castle, forcing herself closer with each step. Her foundation was weak, far weaker than the knights I had just slain. I channeled my cosmic bolt, aimed to kill, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I tried, but she kept moving forward, weeping uncontrollably. The ache inside me grew as she finally reached me, collapsing and embracing me, her cries so loud they seemed to echo in my soul. I was frozen, unsure of what to do. Emotions I thought long dead came crashing back. She sniffled and cried out, “Come home, big brother. Please come home with me.” She cuddled closer, and a warmth spread through me. I felt a warm liquid on my cheeks—tears. I realized I was crying. “Please, big brother, let’s go home,”

In the shadowy depths of a world where the supernatural lurks just beneath the surface, Ethan Blackwood, a retired occultist, lives a peaceful secluded life in the forested Olympic Peninsula in Washington State with his beloved wife, Aisling, and their two daughters, Fiona and Maeve. Once a feared figure in the dark underworld, Ethan has abandoned his reckless past, hoping to shield his family from the horrors he once embraced. But the past has a way of catching up, and the shadows of Ethan's former life are about to engulf him once more. One fateful day, a malevolent demon he once humiliated returns with a vengeance, turning young Maeve into an infernal being. The demon brutally kills Aisling and kidnaps Fiona, leaving Ethan devastated and consumed by guilt. The demon's ultimatum is clear: retrieve the legendary Sword of Michael, a powerful biblical weapon, or lose Fiona forever. With his family shattered and time running out, Ethan is forced to confront the darkness he once fled.

Weeping Willows is a captivating tale of destiny, power, and forbidden love set in a world where the line between righteousness and demonic paths blurs. The story revolves around two extraordinary cultivators: Yao Huaijin, a cold yet mysterious figure from the prestigious Tianyongheng Sect, and Jun Qiguang, a prodigious youth with a tragic past who has chosen the path of demonic cultivation. Fate intertwines their lives when Jun Qiguang, driven by revenge against the sect that destroyed his family, crosses paths with Yao Huaijin, whose enigmatic nature and hidden warmth draw Jun Qiguang in, despite their opposing paths. As they journey together, they must navigate not only the treacherous world of cultivation but also the complex emotions that begin to stir between them. In a world teeming with ancient secrets, political intrigue, and powerful enemies, Weeping Willows explores themes of loyalty, identity, and the cost of vengeance. It’s a story where every choice can tip the balance between light and darkness, and where love might be the ultimate weapon—or the final downfall. Prepare to be immersed in a richly woven narrative where nothing is as it seems, and the bonds between the characters are as deep as they are dangerous.

As powerful as he is. the Demon King reigns supreme as the apex predator in his world. however once he finally got everything, it became bland. sitting around the throne, sleeping, and eating. After everything he's done. It became his daily live, as such he decided to go to the land of man to feel thrill once again.

After the crimson meteor streaked across the sky, human civilization stagnated. From that day on, people were no longer able to manufacture a single rocket, nuclear bomb, airplane, or automobile... The pyramid of civilization, built upon modern science, collapsed in an instant, and the disasters were far from over. The gray world descended with the crimson meteor, like a ghostly reflection behind a mirror, gradually dragging the civilized world into the abyss of chaos. In this era, human life was as insignificant as dust; in this era, humanity shone brightly like the stars. As the great edifice was about to collapse, some saw an actor standing tall atop the ruins of civilization, wearing a crimson robe like blood, laughing and weeping at times. The curtain of the era slowly opened behind him, and he spread his arms, whispering softly to the weary multitude— "The great show... begins."

World War 3 and Another war has struck the Korean Peninsula and the giant meteorite Apophis is heading towards Earth!! And!! The death bearers who are watching it??? Please read the biggest and most sensational story in human history.

The Vecora Continent is home to three countries of great power, each with its own grudges, desires, and internal machinations. Athios. An alliance of belligerent city-states that make up the southern region, whose borders are being encroached on by hungry neighbors. Theurgard. A clannish collective located in the freezing northern steppes of Vecora. With the passing of time, it has evolved into a hawkish empire, whose frostbitten populace hungrily stares toward the more temperate south. Finally, Rochan. A kingdom made up of traders, merchants, seafarers, and ambitious adventurers. They call the Delane Peninsula their home, sandwiched between Athios and Theugard. Rochan has found itself benefiting off the other two's skirmishes, though such gold has created dangerously ambitious nobles. And living on this continent, is Gary. Neither his name nor personality would suggest Gary would ever have an impact on the world. Generally unpleasant and of average talent, he would have been lucky to be put down as a footnote in history. He is a greedy, lying, sorry excuse of a team leader who is more than willing to risk it all for some gold. But stuck in a dire situation, Gary experiences a freak accident, one that leads him either to the end of the world, or a chance at greatness. Living in a world with scheming nobles and existential doom, Gary must change his actions, and become something he was never meant to be: a hero. Or... at least pretend to be one. ................ AN: I do not own the cover

The people of the State of Chen know that their little princess who was born to be proud has fallen from the altar, but they also know that the way she behaves needs no comment from others. Since the retreat three into the royal mausoleum, is for the future of a thousand miles. She saw it happen, she knew the truth, and she knew that the man would reappear. He knew why the former king of Chen had died, and he knew that the world was full of people who wanted to kill him. Even so, he still escorted the coffin to Chen himself, and therefore received the sword of the princess GUI. "When you came, all I wanted was to keep you safe."

In the pulsating realm of Gaia, where mana flowed through every being like a sweet, enchanting river, Arthur Cumore stood out as the lone exception. In a world ruled by magicians and wizards, he lived freely despite lacking the mystical touch of magic. Cast away by his parents, Arthur embraced a life that forced him into the role of an orphan, a reality he couldn't escape. Devoid of the ability to wield mana, Arthur found himself worth less than the carcass of the lowliest beast, its remains fetching a higher price than his mere existence. Yet, in the face of adversity, his struggles only fueled his determination. As he navigated the twists and turns that could break even the mightiest, Arthur refused to succumb to the lowest point of his life. Unyielding, he pursued the one thing that brought him solace – knowledge of the continent, Agrazeel. In the dynamic tapestry of Agrazeel, a continent drowning in pride, wars, and hierarchies, Arthur defied expectations. He became the first of the homeless, an exceptional status that couldn't be savored for long. Life led him to a temple, a fateful encounter awaiting him with an entity shrouded in mystery: Kronosia, a being above the very Gods and Goddesses of Agrazeel. Thus begins the odyssey of a perceived "trash" that would make even the divine weep tears of blood. In a world of wizards, emperors, and knights, Arthur Cumore's journey unfolds – a journey where he rises from the depths, conquering all, and bringing the mighty to their knees. Amidst the seven wizard towers ruled by the Wizard Kings of the time and seven orders devoted to the seven gods, the Agrazeel continent of Gaia will serve as the stage for Arthur's electrifying conquest. This is not just the story of a man; this is the epic saga of Arthur Cumore, a tale that defies destiny and shakes the very foundations of Gaia.

Is he the reincarnation of a Pill God? Or is he a fusion of spirits? A youth whose Spirit Root, Spirit Blood, and Spirit Bone were all stolen- Long Chen must rely on his memories of divine pill refining arts and a mysterious cultivation technique, the Nine Star Hegemon Body Art, in order to part the layers of misleading fog and solve a heaven shaking riddle. His hands hold Heaven and Earth, he steps through the cosmos, he meets all kinds of beautiful women, and he suppresses devils, demons, and gods. Legend has it that when Long Chen arrives, the lands roars and heaven screams, ghosts sob and gods weep.