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In the world of Genovia, power is determined by two forces: Gene and Runes. Arthur, born with the Crimson Fern Gene, is deemed insignificant—nothing more than a faint whisper in a world of roaring storms. But as he dares to push his limits, the Gene evolves, awakening new Runes and unlocking elemental forces. What begins as a trickle of power soon turns into an unstoppable torrent, each new ability more devastating than the last. But with every surge of strength, the cost grows—his body and mind begin to shift, as the darkness within his soul begins to take hold. In his pursuit of power, Arthur must face the ultimate question: How much of himself is he willing to lose in order to become something more?

Mu Yang is undoubtedly the most dazzling figure on the university's racing track. Amid the roar of the engine, he is like a black bolt of lightning, maneuvering the racing car at breakneck speed on the track. Every precise and sharp turn elicits deafening screams from the spectators' stands. That driving force of pressing forward bravely on the track and freely sweating, along with his uninhibited and carefree posture, constitutes his unique charm, attracting the attention of countless people. His signature misty blue hair flutters freely in the wind, as if it were the embodiment of his passionate and free spirit. On the other hand, Jiang Lingxi is like a flower quietly blooming on campus. As a female novelist who works diligently in obscurity, she immerses herself in the romantic world she has painstakingly constructed all day long. With a pen and a stack of paper, she can weave touching and gripping stories. Her heart is as delicate as the gentlest breeze in spring, filled with wild and unrestrained fantasies. From the moment she saw Mu Yang on the racing track, Jiang Lingxi fell deeply in love and couldn't extricate herself. The male protagonist in her novels gradually took on the features of Mu Yang. His handsome face, strong and powerful physique, and that unique misty blue hair have all become the sources of her inspiration. In fact, the red thread of fate was quietly tied in their childhood. Mu Yang fell in love with Jiang Lingxi at first sight. At that time, the little Jiang Lingxi was like a beam of light, illuminating Mu Yang's world and becoming the most cherished white moonlight in his heart. As time passed, the moment they reunited, the love in Mu Yang's heart was instantly ignited. With a bit of cunning, he used his incredibly handsome face and perfect figure as "bait" and carefully laid out a plan. Just like a crafty big bad wolf, he lured the innocent "little sheep" Jiang Lingxi step by step into his world. In this love journey full of twists and turns, misunderstandings and quarrels are inevitable. But after every storm, a more splendid rainbow awaits. They have left sweet memories in every corner of the university campus: in the library, Mu Yang sits quietly by the side, watching Jiang Lingxi who is writing attentively; beside the racing track, Jiang Lingxi waves a flag and cheers loudly for Mu Yang. From the youthful love on campus, to the sacred vows exchanged in the wedding hall, and then to the happy moment of welcoming the crystallization of their love, their entire lives are filled with sweetness and happiness, writing a heartwarming and enviable story of a perfect ending.

In 1919, Donnie's soul traversed into the United States. To start off, Donnie, just a soldier who had recently stepped down from the battlefields of World War I, was framed by his superior. Before the Prohibition era began, he took over a bar in Atlantic City. With the perspective of a transmigrator and ruthless tactics, he gradually became the largest bootlegger in America. In the roaring twenties, Donnie delved into bootlegging, ran beauty pageants, built his career, and stormed Wall Street. Decades later, when people studied modern American history, they found that the name 'Donnie Block' was one they simply could not ignore!!!

In the Jiuxiao Continent, martial arts is respected. The weak are like ants living in the ruins of dark alleys, while the strong are like dragons roaring and gathering at the top of the clouds. The laws of this place use blood as ink and bones as inkstones. A three-foot-long sword can split the sun and the moon, and a murderous thought can stir up a bloody wind. There was once a drunk madman who trampled eighteen royal cities to pieces. Wherever the sword pointed, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were dyed red. There was also a saint who lowered his eyes to calm the nine thunder tribulations, and with a flick of his sleeves, a golden lotus suddenly appeared in the abyss.

[Dragon's Roar], a highly praised game at launch that was completely forgotten a year later. Only a small community, focused on achieving the last ending out of the 42 possible, an ending no player has ever reached and is theorized to be the game's true ending, was left. And out of every single character available, I ended up transmigrating in the body of the single worst character of the game. Now I have to become stronger if I want to avoid any bad ending that leads to an apocalypse that'll destroy the entire world. _____________ This is my first time writing a story. So I hope that you, dear reader, enjoy the story I want to tell

She, breathtaking and indifferently gentle, soft and adorably clueless. She was a Divine Doctor who could bring the dying back to life, and also a poison expert who killed without trace! She possessed a pair of clairvoyant eyes, and also a body filled with mysterious vital energy! People said: Even Yama Raja had to give way to those An Yiqing wished to save! He, cold and aloof, stunningly handsome like a deity. He was the most outstanding descendant of the Ancient Martial Arts Families and also the youngest general of Xuanjin Country! He was an emperor who emerged from darkness and blood, holding great power and deciding over life and death! When the gently indifferent her and the cold and proud him met, what kind of sparks would they ignite? Affection chapter: An Yiqing asked, "Hm, I heard you like me?" Gu Yelin stiffened, "Yes!" An Yiqing's eyes fell, her voice flat, "But I can't be with you." "Reason." Gu Yelin's voice was dark and heavy; his heart clenched in pain—he had been poisoned, and only this little white rabbit in front of him was the cure! "Master said I have an incurable disease." "If you live, I live; if you die, I die!" Gu Yelin's voice was low and resolute. An Yiqing's downcast eyes gradually reddened, and the corners of her mouth curled slightly, "Every time I see you, my heart races, I struggle to breathe, and my cheeks turn red. Master said that's the incurable disease, and only you can heal me." Gu Yelin's dark eyes surged with waves of joy and excitement, like a surging undercurrent. ...Only she could cure his poison, and only he was the medicine for her. Underdog chapter: At the banquet Qin Jia: "Who do you think you are? Just an orphan with no parents, what right do you have to cling to Young Master Gu's side?" An Yiqing's eyes swept over coldly, a mocking smile on her lips, "Relying on you who would be nothing without the Qin Family, relying on me who could pinch you to death with one hand!” “You slut!"— Qin Jia, furious, raised her hand to slap An Yiqing. "Sick of living!" Suddenly, a pair of iron-like hands gripped Qin Jia's arm tightly; he had only left for a moment. Who was this blind person daring to bully his treasure? Qin Jia roared resentfully, "Young Master Gu, why are you doing this to me? She's just a wild child with no parents!" "Who dares to say that the An Family's only jewel is a wild child?!" A furious rebuke erupted like a thunderclap, shaking the entire banquet. Baby chapter: The plump Little Bun wriggled his little bottom, his glutinous voice carrying a complaint, "Daddy, why won't you let me sleep with Mommy?" Gu Yelin's mouth twitched, "You are a man, you cannot cling to my wife." "Hmph! Jealous men are so annoying!" Little Bun mumbled, "The Uncle Duan who came to see Mommy yesterday is nice, so is the Uncle Bai who I met last week, and there's Uncle Li who gave me a big red envelope during the New Year and that pretty auntie, they are all nicer to me than Daddy!" Third Young Master Gu's temples throbbed. Why, even though his adorable little white rabbit was married, did those wolves with greed in their eyes still not give up? Men were one thing, but even women were trying to get involved! Third Young Master Gu felt aggrieved; the road to being a henpecked husband is long and arduous~ ************************************ The author says: This story slightly incorporates special abilities with fantasy elements. Every place name, medical term, and jargon used within the context of gambling-stone craft is all fictional. Industry insiders, please do not criticize, thank you!~

The new book【Addicted to the Demon CEO's Kiss】is out now, please support~ 【Supremely Sweet and Adorable Pampering Story】Imperial City is in an uproar because the Little Overlord, Ou Zun, has become a devoted husband. When they were engaged, she ran away, but was later caught. He roared angrily, "I've provided for you, given you my heart and soul, and you still run away?" She fidgeted with her small hands, her cheeks rosy, "You're too good to me, I can't repay you." "Devote yourself to me." Upon hearing this, she couldn't contain her joy, "I've been waiting for you to say that for a long time!" Everyone knew, Mù Qiānxún was the apple of Ou Zun's eye. He was so gentle with her, afraid the warmth of his mouth might melt her, and worried the air might freeze her. He even kept her tied to his belt, bringing her everywhere he went.

"When the lowliest Omega barista sinks his teeth into the Alpha Queen's gland, our love becomes the weapon that shatters the world." As the most oppressed Omega, he'd never tasted "being loved"—until his feral claws tore through shackles that night, locking with the Arctic blaze in his sovereign's eyes. She who reigned supreme over the Alpha hierarchy defied the Covenant for him, her glacial armor dissolving where their skin met. Now their fated marks blaze in clasped palms while her frostblade severs the Blackthorn Council's lies, this lawless passion upending a thousand years of hierarchy far beyond mere escape. As the crimson moon rises, the world roars its ultimatum: "Perish together, or rewrite existence as one."

In a valley brimming with spiritual energy, a young man named Lin Xuan was meditating in solitude. He had joined the Qingyun Sect at a young age. Though his talent was average, his perseverance never wavered. Every morning, he practiced Qi cultivation; every evening, he honed his swordsmanship—day after day, year after year. On this particular morning, Lin Xuan sat cross-legged atop a mountain peak when he suddenly sensed the spiritual energy within him stirring restlessly. Closing his eyes, he regulated his breath and focused his mind, only to discover a wisp of unusual energy in his dantian. This energy was unlike anything he had absorbed before, seemingly imbued with the boundless mysteries of heaven and earth. Overjoyed, Lin Xuan realized that the moment of his breakthrough had finally arrived. He immediately calmed his mind and circulated his cultivation technique, guiding the mysterious energy through his meridians. As it coursed through his body, he felt an immense surge of power. His cultivation level steadily ascended, and he entered an unprecedented mystical state, as if he had become one with the heavens and the earth. Suddenly, a thunderous roar echoed across the sky, and the spiritual energy in the air surged violently. Lin Xuan opened his eyes to witness a brilliant sword light streaking toward him from the horizon. His heart trembled—it was none other than the Qingyun Sect’s supreme treasure, the Zixiao Sword! The dazzling sword light hovered momentarily in the air before descending into his hands. The sword trembled gently, as if responding to his presence. Lin Xuan knew that this was the moment of the Qingyun Sect’s inheritance—and the true beginning of his journey on the path of immortality.

Azeris the first and only being to master the Infinity Dragon Bloodline—the power to transcend all things, to create and destroy without limit. His very breath birthed galaxies, and his roar could shatter fate itself.

This red dragon came from the vast wilderness, coveting all the powers of the world. He has held countless titles: Mountain Fury, Purgatorial Calamity, Red Emperor, Ember Dragon… The world trembles under the shadow of the great dragon. He ignited the surge of the magical industrial revolution. In the empire he established, wyverns roar, cannon fire resounds, steel behemoths appear in the sky and on the earth, and disasters from other worlds run rampant. “Submit, or die.” Cassius spread his sky-shading wings, looking down upon the trembling humans, elves, and dwarves beneath him, and spoke thus. ……… A story of a red dragon with a built-in player template conquering, ruling, and transforming another world. (Pseudo D&D, Fourth Catastrophe, Red Dragon)

ln the Higher Realm. {Ehhh! It’s started?} an entity exclaimed. {Yeah, but like, what the hell—she gave the golden finger to him? Of all people, someone useless and a scheming bastard?} another shot back, clearly not having it. {Someone Immediately Stop him he's corrupting the system!} An entity roared before they could even get ready for see how had had been chosen! ___On Earth. [System Integration... 1% A wicked grin spread across his face. This was his chance—a chance to do something no one in those web novels and mangas and animes had ever done. To corrupt the system! minute later.... [System integration... 85%...] [System integration... 99%...] [Integration complete!] It ran one last time... "Did I succeed?" And so the journey started. ____ https://discord.gg/fNgqsBX3

"Football isn't just a game"—it's life. For 16-year-old David Jones, football is more than a sport; it's an escape, a calling, and the only thing that makes sense in a world full of challenges. The electric thrill of scoring a last-minute winner, the roar of the crowd—it’s the closest thing to freedom he knows. But David's journey is far from simple. Blessed with extraordinary talent yet burdened by fiery anger, he’s fighting battles on and off the pitch. Growing up as the son of a Nigerian immigrant and a British mother, David navigates the pressures of cultural expectations, the weight of his own ambitions, and the scrutiny of a sport that demands perfection. Passion drives him forward, but his temper holds him back. Can he channel his emotions and prove himself worthy of being football's next big star? David Jones: The Next big thing is a gripping coming-of-age story about resilience, identity, and the unrelenting pursuit of dreams. Disclaimer: This work is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All trademarks, brand names, and other proprietary rights mentioned or depicted are the property of their respective owners and are used for illustrative purposes only. This work is not affiliated with or endorsed by any brand, company, or individual mentioned. All rights reserved to their respective owners.

The waves ripple around me, calling me in a whisper, Into the deepest part of the ocean. As I walk on the soft sand, the water sweeps over my feet, surrounding where I stand, giving me the sweetest sensation. Oh ocean, why do I feel so attracted to you? Why do I feel the tickling of your whispers? As it causes cold shivers down my spine. I could hear your gentle lullaby, It roars like a lion, yet so steady and honest Just like a refined diamond. Oh, sea, why do you call my name in a whisper? Caressing waves upon the shore, Once again you beckon me. Why do you show yourself at my doorstep? Why do I feel your presence everywhere I go? Why do you call me so desperately? I want to know, cause when the sea calls? Who will answer?

Kilin, the world-renowned K-pop idol, lives a life of dazzling lights, roaring fans, and relentless expectations. But behind the glamour, he struggles with loneliness and the pressure to be perfect. Naina, a free-spirited girl from the USA who grew up in Korea, has never been one to chase fame—until fate intertwines her life with Kilin’s in the most unexpected way. When a chance encounter brings them together, Kilin finds solace in Naina’s sincerity, and she discovers a side of him the world never sees. As their bond deepens, so do the challenges—scandals, jealous rivals, and the ever-watchful eyes of the media threaten to tear them apart. In a world where love is a risk and fame is fleeting, will Kilin and Naina’s story shine bright, or will it fade away like a falling star?

I am the only son of the Dukes of Connaught and Strathearn, grandson of Queen Victoria of the vast British Empire. My lineage is not just an honor—it is a burden that stretches beyond the borders of Europe, reaching the distant lands of the South. Today, as a member of the House of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha, I do not merely accept my fate—I embrace it with unwavering resolve. I solemnly swear to witness and safeguard the dawn of a new era—an era where Australians and New Zealanders, united under a single banner, will forge their own path. The wind carries the whispers of revolution. Cannons thunder in the distance, and the world holds its breath in anticipation of the inevitable. This is not just a fight for independence—it is the birth of an identity that will no longer be silenced. Long live Australasia! Not just a name, but an immortal symbol. A roar of freedom that will shake the foundations of the Empire.

Su Yu traveled through the Fantasy world and became an ordinary senior high school student in the "Human Cultivation class" with mediocre talent. Fortunately, one day he got the mysterious game. If he becomes stronger in the game, he will become stronger in reality! [Body Skill: Floating Cloud Steps (breaking the limit): The body is like flowing clouds and can walk in the air] [Sword Skill—Water Dragon Roar (Breaking the Limit): The sword energy can be transformed into a dragon] [Purple Cloud Divine Light (Breaking the Limit): lifespan is increased by 200 years and obtain Purple Cloud Divine Fire] ... When I can become stronger by playing games, why should I go out and take risks? Su Yu wandered through the dungeons in the game, Ancient cultivators tombs, sect ruins, ancient capital of Lingxi City... After exploring them he started to know some unknown secrets one after another...... ........................................................... If you want to read chapters in advance you can join me on petreon: patreon.com/Taichu372.

The jeers followed her like a persistent shadow. "Murderer!" the crowd screamed, their faces contorted in a grotesque parody of the adoration she once commanded. Just months ago, they had screamed her name, their voices a deafening roar as she shimmied across the stage, a beacon of light and pop perfection. Now, their cheers had morphed into venomous hisses, their eyes burning with a hatred that chilled her to the bone. Noelle clutched her lawyer's arm, his face a mask of grim determination. The cameras flashed, capturing her every move, every tremor of fear. The headlines screamed: "Pop Princess Plummets: Noelle Accused of Murder." The irony wasn't lost on her. Her life, once a carefully constructed fairytale of fame and fortune, had become a grotesque tragedy. The trial was a circus. The whispers, the sneers, the relentless scrutiny – it was a constant assault on her senses. Her once loyal fans, the ones who'd plastered her face on their bedroom walls, now reveled in her downfall. They devoured every salacious detail, every whispered accusation, every tear she dared to shed. The verdict was a foregone conclusion. Guilty. Noelle watched the judge pronounce the sentence, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief and despair. Death by lethal injection. ‘At least they did not give me the electric chair’ she thought to herself in a poor attempt at humor. * Months later, a solitary figure knelt at her grave, the wind whipping at his hair. Rain lashed down, mirroring the tears that streamed down his face. "I'm sorry, Areum," he sobbed, his voice hoarse with grief. "I'm so sorry I was too late." He clutched a single, wilted rose, its petals stained crimson, a poignant reminder of the life that had been brutally extinguished. * Noelle is a bright star who has the world at her feet, she feels no guilt about being the other woman coming between a husband and his wife. After all, Evan had been in love with her since they were teenagers. The only reason he married Ma-Ri was because his family demanded it, if he had a choice he would surely have picked her… When she gets wrongfully accused of murdering Ma-Ri, she loses everything and is sentenced to death, everyone including Evan turn against her and she is left to die a miserable death. She is reborn and this time she faces the humiliation of being the woman who is being cheated on. She is determined to end the cycle and not let the future she had seen come to pass, she decides to step out of the picture and focus on her career. In doing so, everything changes, Evan clings to her and refuses to let her go, a mysterious stranger who has been studying her also steps in and decides to fight for a chance to be with her.

On the Sacred Continent, bloodline and divine soul determine destiny. However, the young Chen Sheng is born with the mysterious grass vine divine soul and is regarded as waste by his family and suffers all kinds of humiliation. When the girl he deeply loves, Wu Hui, is involved in the family conspiracy because of him, and when Wei Gong of the Wei family tramples on his dignity with power, this seemingly humble young man finally erupts. He rebels against his family, rides a stubborn donkey and breaks into Mount Sumeru where fierce beasts run amok. With his flesh and blood, he hunts down third-level mysterious beasts and becomes famous in one battle in the martial academy league. However, this is just the beginning. As Chen Hui, the ancestor of the Chen family, breaks out of the seal and emerges, Chen Sheng's true identity is gradually revealed. He is actually the direct descendant bloodline of the four super families of the dynasty, and there flows in his body the power of the "grass vine king" who can devour everything. From a despised "bastard" to a bloody war god who wields a demon knife, Chen Sheng slays gods and proves the way with a proud posture. He dares to resist imperial power for his beauty, dares to burn the imperial capital for his brothers, and even dares to roar at the sky: "If fate oppresses me, I will break this sky!" This is a story full of demonic aura, betrayal and awakening. Every chapter is engraved with the brand of "not submitting to destiny".

For years, an abandoned train tunnel on the outskirts of the city has been a source of fear. Locals whisper about the strange echoes that come from within—phantom trains that rush through at exactly 3:15 AM despite no tracks remaining. Souta, a 19-year-old college student obsessed with urban legends, convinces his friends, Riku and Mayu, to investigate the tunnel, determined to prove whether the phenomenon is real or just a hoax. Despite countless warnings to stay away, they enter the tunnel at night, armed with flashlights and cameras. The deeper they venture, the more reality twists. The tunnel stretches endlessly, the air thickens, and the echoes grow louder. At 3:15 AM, the deafening roar of an invisible train approaches, and before they can escape— The tunnel vanishes. They wake up aboard a moving train with no windows, no way out, and passengers wearing blindfolds. One turns toward them and whispers: "You shouldn’t have entered. Now, you belong to the train." Now trapped, they must uncover the truth: What is this train? Where is it taking them? And why do the echoes of the past still haunt the tunnel?

"You are mine, Estrellita. You have always been mine," he whispered to the night. "And I tend to take care of what belongs to me. Especially when it comes to you." In the next instant, his lips met mine, drawing away the chill and replacing it with his warmth. The sensation of his skin against mine was like a fire, and my pussy throbbed, ignited with desire. I was stirred by the Devil's touch. I was twistedly aroused by the Devil. *** Silent Rivers. Silent Tears. Roaring Courage. In the tranquil town of LarksVille, a web of deceit, cruelty, and hidden wounds lies hidden. Anastasia, a brilliant and determined college student, becomes an unlikely saviour as she exposes tormentors who have terrorized Preston University for too long. Beneath the idyllic surface of this small, close-knit community, Anastasia peels back layers of secrets, betrayal, and long-held grudges, uncovering a haunting history of bullying that has shattered lives and left scars both seen and unseen. But when suddenly the hunter becomes the prey, who's going to save the hunter? They have only one clue. A common pattern. A cryptic message, "Devil." With every revelation, Anastasia inches closer to the truth, but she also draws nearer to the shadows that threaten to consume her. Yet, as Ana navigates through the complexities of justice, she finds herself entangled in a chilling game. A stalker, equally compelling and dangerously enigmatic, emerges from the shadows. Despite the alluring warmth of Lorenzo, Ana remains haunted by the chilling presence of the Devil, her relentless and fearsome stalker. Who is the "Devil"? A psycho killer with a mind of intelligence or a victim seeking revenge? If so, then who's next? As Anastasia finally confronts the darkness lurking in her community, another web of truth thrives. "The ending is only the beginning."

When the Grey Mist covers the earth, the miasma corrupts the creatures, and the threads manipulate the minds of others, those red eyes will rest upon humanity and the very order of the world will go mad. Humans will fade into the background, clinging to life as they always have. In the first era, someone stayed. In the second era, someone woke up. In the third era, someone will rise again and again. Let the steam roar! Let the ancient technology shine! Let the battle between humanity and the anomalies, the oddities, the contamination zones never cease! May my Pneuma allow me to take this mortal body to challenge these beings! May my axe resonate with my heart! In the end, only humanity will remain, by hook or by crook! ------------------------- Cover made using AI. English is my second language and I'm using Grammarly for thoses mistakes I didn't see, so, if you notice one, comment, please! I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com

Chaos. Screams, a strange omni-colored fire, falling buildings, and a resounding bestial roar that dominates the skies. This is Faxton, a city in a highly advanced human society that has long since conquered the stars. On April 17, 3501 AST (After Space Transcention), Faxton is destroyed by an unknown alien beast. Two months after the attack, Alesha Williams wakes up to discover that a mystical entity, The 'Seed of Chaos' System, has bonded to her and is determined to mold her life to its liking! This story is about her journey coping with the uninvited, obstinate being in her head and growing in strength while she tries desperately to keep her humanity--which the System seems intent on getting rid of. While trying to figure out whether this new 'System' is more of a blessing or a curse, Alesha's life takes several unexpected turns, her worldview is flipped upside down, and she changes in ways she will never be able to take back. ---- Cover Art digitally painted by me! Do not reuse in any way, shape or form. Absolutely NO AI is utilized in the creation of my story or its concept art. Other concept art for this series is published here: https://www.deviantart.com/lewhimsira/gallery/94239058/-seed-of-chaos-system ---- Chapters range from 725 - 1500 words on average (most commonly ~1100 words), with a few chapters being longer. I am an uncontracted author, so all chapters are FREE! :D Current posting schedule is 2-3 chapters a week.

The clock ticked past midnight, each second echoing like a hammer in the hollow silence of the apartment. Rain lashed against the windows, the storm outside mirroring the tempest brewing in Emily’s chest. She sat rigid on the couch, her fingers digging into the upholstery, eyes fixed on the door. David’s keys jingled in the lock, his laughter—warm and carefree—seeping through the wood before he did. He stumbled in, tie askew, the sharp tang of bourbon on his breath. But it wasn’t the alcohol that made her stomach churn. It was the cloying sweetness of jasmine perfume clinging to his collar—a scent that didn’t belong to her. “Where have you been?” Emily’s voice trembled, though she’d rehearsed the question a hundred times in her head. David froze, his smile dissolving. “Work ran late. You know how it is.” “Work ends at six, David. It’s *midnight*.” She stood, her legs unsteady. “And since when do you wear lipstick to the office?” His hand flew to the smudge of crimson on his white sleeve—a shade too bold, too *alive* for the muted tones of their marriage. His face hardened. “You’re imagining things.” “Am I?” She stepped closer, the jasmine scent now suffocating. “Or is it *Jane* from accounting? The one who ‘just needs your help’ every time I call?” His laugh was a cold blade. “You’re paranoid. Always picking fights—” “Paranoid?” Her voice cracked. “You haven’t touched me in months! You come home smelling like *her*, lying to my face—” “Enough!” He slammed his fist on the table, a vase rattling. “I’m tired of your nagging! What do you even do all day? Sit here and wait to accuse me?” The words struck deeper than any slap. Emily’s breath hitched. “I gave up my career for you. For *us*—” “Us?” He sneered. “There *is* no ‘us.’ Just you, digging through my things like a desperate—” She didn’t see his hand move. The crack of his palm against her cheek split the air, her head snapping sideways. She stumbled, clutching the wall as the taste of copper bloomed on her tongue. David loomed over her, his eyes wild, foreign. “You… you pushed me to this,” he hissed, grabbing his coat. “Clean yourself up. You’re pathetic.” The door slammed. Emily slid to the floor, tears mingling with the blood on her lip. Outside, thunder roared. But beneath the pain, a spark ignited—a flicker of defiance. Her gaze landed on the shattered vase, its jagged pieces glinting in the lamplight. *Pathetic.* The word echoed, twisting into a vow. She would rise. Not for him. Not for “us.” But to make him regret the day he underestimated the woman he’d reduced to ashes. -**Chapter One: The Scent of Betrayal (Continued)** The air hung thick with venom. David’s chest heaved, his earlier bravado fraying at the edges. Emily wiped her bleeding lip with the back of her hand, her eyes blazing. “You think Jane *wants* you?” she spat, her voice a razor. “Or does she just pity the man who needs to steal confidence from a bottle and affairs to feel alive?” David’s jaw twitched. “Shut up.” “Why? Because it’s true?” She laughed, cold and sharp. “You’re a cliché, David. A middle-aged fraud in a tailored suit. Even your *precious* promotion—did you earn it, or did you cry your way into it like you did when your father called you a disappointment?” He lunged forward, but she sidestepped, her words relentless. “Jane must be desperate. Or blind. Tell me, does she know you couldn’t even—” “I said *shut up*!” he roared, his composure crumbling. “Couldn’t even *what*?” she taunted, stepping closer. “Finish a sentence? A marriage? Or is that why you’re so bad in—” The slap exploded like a gunshot. Emily’s head whipped sideways, her body crumpling to the floor. The world blurred—a kaleidoscope of shattered glass and spinning shadows. Her cheek burned, but worse was the silence that followed, broken only by her shaky breaths.

"You want him dead? Then pay up. I don’t kill for free." Sam never knew mercy. Never felt guilty. That’s why he was the world’s deadliest hitman—a bullet in the dark, a phantom under Crimson Moon. No one escaped him. No one lived to tell the tale. Until the day he vanished. A mission gone wrong. A helicopter spiraling into flames. The deafening roar of an explosion. And then—silence. When Sam opened his eyes, the burning wreckage was gone. The city lights, the familiar streets—gone. Instead, he saw towering castles. Creatures from myths. Magic rippling through the air. "What the hell…?" [DING! Congratulations, you have obtained a rare talent] [Talent: Multi Vision] [Effect: Enhances aiming precision, adapting to the enemy’s movements] [Rank: Default] At first, he had only one purpose—escape. Get back to Earth, to the world he ruled from the shadows. But then, he saw it. The power struggles. The endless wars. The corruption drowning this land in blood and gold. [DING! Congratulations, you have earned the Assassin class] [Rank: SSS-Ranked] A slow, wicked smile crossed his lips, "Maybe going home can wait.” “After all … there’s plenty of work for a killer here."

In a small province form Mountain Province called Bangaan. Something is happening, something that is not right. Benjo was weak and pale, full of anger while his opponent Clyde is making fun of him. Benjo was about to deliver a heavy blow at Clyde when suddenly, his arm emmit yellow fiery blazing aura, startling the audience including Clyde and him. A head of a lion formed on his fist, roaring. It made contact with Clyde's face. It made a loud bang sound like a gunshot, echoing throughout the battalion ground. Clyde was knocked out. Benjo was also shocked to what just happened but he fall to the ground because of his tiredness. The people have never seen like it. They called it a day and went home, still wandering about the shocking phenomenon. Mateo went to sleep. But in a random time in the night, he started to feel uncomfortable pain all around his body. He raised his arm, lizard scales around his arm, his pinky and pointy fingers have claws like a lizard. He taught it was just a dream, he fought the pain and tried to sleep it in. He doesn't know whoever was in that fight, also experienced it the same as his. The next day, all of them are experiencing headache, lower resistance making them easily get sick, and body pain. The next day, they got better as if it was nothing happened yesterday and went to attend school. Another fight is about to happen in the afternoon. Our main character Mateo, who was filled with curiosity because of what happened during the fight between Benjo and Clyde attend to watch the fight.

"Kings rise from blood and fire, crowned amidst chaos; the masses kneel and chant beneath the throne. Fate is never merciful for love, nor just for greatness—the law of the jungle reigns supreme. The cannon’s sole purpose is to measure the breadth of the realm; within its range lies the only truth. And in this age of maritime dominance, where colossal ships and roaring cannons dictate the course of history, the ultimate truth is simple: Take it all! 'Wait! What horrors lie beyond the sea? Retreat, retrea—ahhh!' The great beings of the previous era have long been buried in the annals of epic, while ignorant mortals rise, polishing their cannons and setting sail. Yet, though the times have changed, they have not changed completely. With a [Captain’s Log] in hand, Byron plunges headfirst into this mysterious, savage, blood-soaked... and crumbling age of maritime exploration. Surviving the War of the Roses, he ascends to the extraordinary through the blood of the seafaring pirates, climbing the [Ladder of Glory]. With his [Iron Law of Sovereignty: The Pirate Code], he commands the seven seas, crowned as [The Wild Hunt: The Bloodthirsty Storm King]. Only then does he realize that this sinking azure world may need... a new captain!"

She was at the peak of her career, a champion on the verge of cementing her legacy in Formula 1. But in a single moment, everything was taken from her. A crash. A betrayal. A darkness that should have been the end. But the race isn’t over. When she opens her eyes, she is no longer herself. The body she inhabits is unfamiliar, stronger, heavier, male. The world still moves, the engines still roar, and the ones who destroyed her life are still out there, untouched. They think they’ve won. They think she’s gone. But she’s back. And this time, she isn’t just racing for victory. She’s racing for revenge.

The night the village burned, Njuwa was only eight years old. Fire roared through the thatched huts, turning homes into embers. Screams filled the air as armored raiders recked havoc in the tiny village.