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Pokemon Dark Worship Gameplay

DARK JUSTICE

"The water choked him, the cold seeping into his bones. His mind, usually so sharp, fractured into a thousand desperate thoughts. He saw her face above him, contorted by a primal rage, and in his final, suffocating gasp, he knew. Not just an opponent. A predator. He tried to speak, to beg, to curse, but only a gurgle escaped as darkness claimed him. His last thought, a chilling realization: She was more monster than detective." In the rain-slicked streets of Owerri, I live a double life. By day, I'm Detective Elise Blackwood, bound by the law, navigating a system that often fails the innocent. By night, I become a ghost, a weapon forged by a mother's murder, hunting the powerful Network – the city's corrupt elite who operate above all law. They stole my past; I'm here to tear down their future. Every stolen ledger, every breached server, drags me deeper into their deadly game, transforming me from hunter to the hunted. My knuckles ached, the water cold as ice, as I forced him under. This wasn't just justice. This was survival. And a promise kept. I've walked through fire, made impossible choices, and faced betrayal from every angle. Now, as I close in on their elusive financial architect, Pierce M., the man whose secrets can finally bring their empire crashing down, the true cost of my war reveals itself. The truth about Pierce is far more devastating, far more personal, than any nightmare I could have imagined. My pursuit of dark justice is about to collide with a betrayal that will redefine everything I am.
Samuna_Ma · 12K Views

Regretful Ex-Husband's Survival Guide: Worship Her, Hope for Mercy

For eight long years, Lin Shuyin waited. Five years, she loved him silently as his junior. Three years, she waited patiently as his wife. If not for the night she turned eighteen—when he, drunk and distant, took her first time—she might’ve walked away before ever becoming his wife. But instead, she stayed. Hiding her true identity behind the mask of the perfect, obedient spouse, she remained by his side like a shadow no one noticed. In all that time, he never once looked back. He built an empire while turning a blind eye to her loneliness, to the whispers behind her back, to the way the world mocked her as the shameless woman clinging to a man who never cared. Night after night, she smiled through rejection, humiliation, and the suffocating silence of a cold marriage. Until one day, she snapped. She packed her bags, signed the divorce papers, and walked out with her dignity intact and her secret—one that had shaped everything—still buried deep in her heart. But peace was short-lived. Her nausea was getting worse. Her cravings were out of control. And her suspicions were growing. Was she... pregnant? As if the universe wasn’t cruel enough, suddenly— “Shu, you haven’t eaten. I made your favorite—spicy hotpot, no cilantro.” She blinked at the towering CEO holding a soup bowl and wearing her pink apron. “What are you doing in my apartment?” “I changed your locks for safety,” he replied with a straight face. “You broke in, didn’t you?!” And just like that, the cold man who once couldn’t remember her birthday was now folding her laundry, driving her to prenatal checkups, and glaring daggers at any man who looked her way. At her OB-GYN appointment, he growled at the doctor, “You’re looking too long at her belly. Eyes up.” When she went on a blind date (forced by her best friend), he showed up with a bouquet... and a baseball bat. “Why are you following me?!” she screamed. “I’m not following. I’m just coincidentally everywhere you go,” he said, deadpan. “Coincidentally hiding behind a tree?!” She caught him once reading Pregnancy for Dummies upside down while nervously sipping her bubble tea—one he had memorized the sugar ratio for. “Are you sick?” she snapped one morning. “I miss you,” he whispered. She almost threw a slipper at his head. Worst of all? He sends her voice messages now. “Don’t forget your vitamins. I warmed your milk. Left your pillow on the cool side—just how you like it.” She stared at the screen, fingers tightening. Where was this man when she cried herself to sleep in that same cold bed for three years? Now he wants to tuck her in from afar? Is he playing a game? Is this guilt? Or... is her ex-husband actually falling in love with her now—now that she’s done loving him? Whatever it is, Lin Shuyin swears she’s not falling for it. No matter how good he looks in that apron. No matter how he holds her when she’s too tired to stand. No matter how much he whispers, "Come back home. Come back... to me."
Kashin_san · 15.4K Views
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