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Genshin Rukkhashava Mushrooms

I Know What You're Up To, Miss!

Hang out with Senior Sister, commit sins twice a day. Book transmigration female lead VS reborn antagonist male lead 1v1 pure love * After the antagonist Demon Lord Yuezheng Yan reborn, he planned to follow the trajectory of his past life, to bloodily cleanse the hypocritical Master at Cloud Nine Peak and exterminate his malevolent original family. But on the first day of joining the sect, he was hoodwinked by a Senior Sister he had not met in his previous life and ended up at Xiaoyao Peak. The Senior Sister said, “Join Xiaoyao, and I'll have your back, Junior Brother. All you need to do is be happy.” Yuezheng Yan nodded and believed her... evil intentions! 3 two-hour periods after joining Xiaoyao, he was buried alive by Lu Xingyan's alchemical explosion that destroyed his Immortal's Cave. 4 two-hour periods after joining Xiaoyao, he was turned into a snowman and had his hair scorched by Lu Xingyan. 12 two-hour periods after joining Xiaoyao, he was brainwashed by Lu Xingyan and even did odd jobs for her. Whenever he protested, Lu Xingyan would look at him gently, “Senior Sister is doing this for your own good.” Yuezheng Yan scoffed at this. Nice try, Lu Xingyan. Do you think I can't hear your mind? Your mouth says you love me, but your heart and that Old Sixth System scheme every day to stab me to death. You escape first when the auction house explodes. You don’t care when your Junior Brother is struck by lightning. You don't even bother to pull me out when I fall into the water. Claiming you're tired and need to rest, yet you go off to enact a tearful reunion with the original female lead, your White Moonlight, displaying your deep affection! You're having a great time. Leaving me squatting on the ground, digging Poisonous Mushrooms for you until my hand cramps. Once I return to the Magic Realm, I'll send you to cultivate Magic Lotus! Yuezheng Yan sullenly returned to the Magic Realm. Until one day, he overheard a conversation between Lu Xingyan and the Old Sixth System. Old Sixth: Host, the Little Antagonist has betrayed Xiaoyao Peak and run off to the Magic Realm. We’ll replace him with a more obedient Little Antagonist for you~ Yuezheng Yan: Old Sixth, shut up! Senior Sister, don't replace me. I'm rolling back right now.
Gentleman Yin Yang · 108K Views

Crimson & Light

In a world where magic thrives and shadows linger, Changra Leville is a boy haunted by a fractured past. One moment, he’s navigating the mundane struggles of high school; the next, he’s thrust into a realm teetering on the edge of ruin. Armed with a mysterious crimson dagger that feeds on his emotions, Changra must confront a destiny he never asked for—one that could bring salvation or destruction. As whispers of forgotten gods and ancient prophecies surface, Changra discovers that the greatest battles are not always fought with steel, but within the heart. Will he rise to the challenge or be consumed by the darkness he fears most? Changra blinked as a small, green, fox-like creature with caterpillar legs padded toward him, its glowing tongue flicking the air. “What... even are you?” Changra asked, leaning back cautiously as it let out a melodic chirp. The creature tilted its head and chirped again, louder this time. It darted forward, brushing against his leg. “Okay, no. Boundaries! Haven’t you ever heard of personal space?” Changra yelped, stumbling back and nearly tripping over a glowing mushroom. The creature trilled happily, circling him with what seemed like the world's most confident caterpillar swagger. Changra sighed, rubbing his temples. Great. I’ve been here for less than a day, and I’m already the unofficial babysitter for alien fox bugs. Author's Note: Hi! This is going to be my first ever WebNovel. I'll take any suggestions, and eventually, I'll create a discord that everyone can chat up in and give ideas as the story goes on. This is a work of fiction that draws upon the idea of transportation into another world. This is a completely original story, with completely original characters. Chapters Released Every Other Day! (At the moment)
Mason45 · 1.6K Views

Abyssal Chronicles

In the northern part of the world, a long-standing battle between various races and the demon race has finally reached its end. The Demon Lord, a figure with black hair, red eyes, rules from her obsidian palace, having repeatedly defeated the Goddess, the strongest being in the world. However, she refrains from killing her, knowing she will only be reborn to lead another attack. As the goddess kneels before her, badly injured and helpless, the sounds of explosions echo outside, signaling the imminent victory of the alliance. Despite her immense power, the demon lord acknowledges the demon's overall weakness compared to humans and the Alliance. The development of fighting energy and mana has allowed ordinary humans to fight demons, leading to the demon army's defeat. Aware of the Alliance's intent to enslave the abyssal demon, the Demon Lord decides to cast a forbidden spell that will cost her life. As the Alliance forces storm the palace, they hesitate upon sensing the spell's energy. The Demon Lord vows to resist and be reborn to save her people. Meanwhile, the goddess reflects on the demon lord's past treatment of her and acknowledges her respect and dedication to her people. As the demon lord prepares to cast the spell, the goddess asks if she can abandon her plan and live freely. However, demon lords are duty-bound to restore the demon race's glory and protect her people. Understanding the demon lord's resolve, the goddess readies her sword, intending to clash with the demo lord's forbidden spell. The resulting explosion creates a mushroom cloud, marking the end of the conflict and the start of a new era. The Demon Lord and the Goddess become historical figures, their stories occasionally told.
Hail_The_loli · 2.2M Views

Shadoww

Hi, I’m Liam Remmick, and this is the story of how I killed my father, Steve Nazar—a total douche bag. If you’re gonna listen, I better start from the beginning. Don’t worry about spoilers; I don’t care if I ruin a thing or two. My mom, Shayla Remmick, left me at a young age, and I’ve been fending for myself ever since. She died when I was ten, so yeah, you can guess the rest. Unlike other kids with amazing dads, mine’s an absolute asshole. He fucked my mom, rejected her when she got pregnant, and then tried to eliminate us. Nice guy, right? Mom died protecting me from his assassins. Father of the year. After her death, I bounced between foster homes until they got tired of me. Now, I live in a cave with bats instead of cockroaches—it’s a win, right? I’ve learned to handle them. When I’m not eating bat meat, I hunt for mushrooms, snails, and wild boars—though I’ve only caught broken bones so far. Don’t judge me; I’m an eleven-year-old living alone. ……………………………..✍️ A blond-haired man in his fifties stands combat-ready, wielding a sword against a grey-haired man. The grey-haired man, Seth, has a one-bladed scythe floating beside him. “Each time we do this, you’re always the one on the ground. Don’t you think you should give up?” Seth asks, smirking. “This time will be different. I’ll wipe that smirk off your face, Seth,” Steve replies. Their blades clash, sparks flying as they exchange blows. “You’re still as reckless as ever, Steve,” Seth says, dodging a wild swing. “And you’re still as arrogant,” Steve retorts, landing a kick that Seth barely blocks. The two combatants dance across the battlefield, their movements lightning-fast. Seth summons a swirling vortex of shadows, attempting to ensnare Steve. But Steve counters with his “Ten Thousand Swords” technique, unleashing a barrage of sword strikes that shred the shadows. Seth leaps back, avoiding the attacks by mere inches. “You’ve improved.” Steve sneers. “Not enough to take you down?” Seth smiles grimly. “We’ll see.” With a swift gesture, Seth unleashes a wave of dark energy. Steve counters with his sword, channeling a burst of light energy. The two forces collide, unleashing a shockwave that shakes the ground. Their battle rages on, neither warrior yielding. …………………………….. ✍️ Welcome back. This story isn’t about them; it’s about me. You’ll meet them soon enough. So, do I have your attention? Good! Isn’t this a story you want to see to the end? Let’s begin. Oh, and this story’s called Shadow.
Chime_Chinonso_ · 4.3K Views

Ascent of the Mushro-noid

"Hello there, as you heard from whatever those strange words are, I’m basically a mushroom, but in reverse, instead of leeching energy off dying things, I give energy to… the dying? To those that ask for it? No no, that’s not it… hmmm… oh that’s right! To those that need it! Well, that’s how it was supposed to go, but something unexpected came up, I would say they are going completely overboard as they tried to off me. All I know is that I helped someone in dire need of it and now, I’m being chased by these scary people, I can hide pretty good, but they are looking for me thoroughly, and they are somehow tracking me, all I can do is keep running, or would that be jumping? Oh, it doesn’t matter!” "I heard something over there!" ‽ ‽ ‽ "Oh shoot they heard me moving, I have to get going now, bye whoever you are, I wish you a good life!" Follow a unique little mushroom in a fantasy world where both nature and civilization are at the top, neither dominating nor succumbing to the other. Nature, monsters, animals, as strong as ever, and the humans, orcs, elves, demons, you name it, are just as proficient, each in their own way. Monsters hunting, killing, dominating the others... the sentient races gathering and growing for survival and betterment in their lives, and in the middle of all that, is our small, uncanny, mushroom friend… well, lets see what happens, shall we? (Art: “Shroom home” by Know-Kname on DeviantArt)
Storyteller_0 · 20.9K Views

END-TO-END BITCOIN RECOVERY SERVICES BY, DIGITAL TECH GUARD RECOVERY

In the vast landscape of online ambition, the gleam of potential profits can often blind us to danger. I was one of many who succumbed to this dazzling allure, convinced that I had stumbled upon a golden opportunity through a website called bitcoinming.com. With dreams of financial freedom dancing in my head, I invested nearly $300,000, all while envisioning the riches that would soon follow. At first, everything seemed too good to be true—in the world of crypto, where fortunes are made overnight, I felt invincible. The site promised beyond reasonable limits; each click sparked a rush of excitement as my supposed investments soared. "Just a little more," I'd tell myself, unraveling my financial safety net, driven by the insatiable hope of turning my home into a palace with luxury cars parked outside. But as weeks turned into sleepless nights, hope began morphing into agony. What once glittered with the potential of a million dollars now only left my heart heavy and my pockets barren. That gut-wrenching decline hit when I noticed strange inconsistencies—withdrawal issues that mushroomed into red flags too big to ignore. It was here that my thoughts collectively sprinted to that haunting conclusion: I had been ensnared in a scam. The realization settled in like a dense fog, suffocating and impenetrable. My dreams propelled me forward like an exuberant train, heading straight for a brick wall of bitter betrayal. Panic swept over me, and I felt lost—until a ray of hope glimmered. Enter my unsung hero: a colleague who had noticed my despair and suggested I reach out to a group known as Digital Tech Guard Recovery. Skeptical but desperate, I took the plunge. I couldn’t let my profits vanish into thin air without a fight. Things began to shift; an empathetic team compiled evidence, explored avenues, and illuminated tactics previously hidden in my whirlwind of stress. Through their determination and professional expertise, the clouds of my despair began to give way. Week after week, I watched as they meticulously retraced my steps—communication recovered, digital trails scanned, each item like a puzzle piece resetting my reality. Slowly, assurance spread within me like sunlight flooding a shadowed room. And then, the moment arrived! The long-forgotten numbers sprouted back in my account in a flurry of recovery. Every single penny—returned. What felt impossible was suddenly palpable; hope transformed into alliance, from frustration into a sense of reclaimed justice. This harrowing chapter serves as a stark reminder of the perils nestled within digital promise. While I learned that online opportunities might glow, they can often conceal treacherous traps. However, after navigating this tempest, I emerged resilient and wiser, committed to sharing my journey to protect others from the mirage I once chased. In the end, sometimes everything that glitters isn't gold—but if you can find the right allies, that glitter may find its way back to you. So here’s me, sharing my story not just as a cautionary tale but as a beacon of hope—because recovery is always possible with the right help at your side. Contact with WhatsApp: +1 (443) 859 - 2886 Email @ digital tech guard . com Telegram: digital tech guard recovery . com website link :: https : / / d i g i t a l t e c h g u a r d . com
Ronda_Philp · 806 Views
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