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Deku Eating All Might'S Hair

The Fate Of The World Is In My Hands, But All I Want To Do Is Eat!

'Kill monsters, eat meat' 'I mean, Kill monsters, save lives. Got it.' 'Tut, I could've sworn that the first one sounded better.' She wasn't a girl looking for freedom or self-righteous liberation by a hero, or whatever shit a girl who suffered for almost all her life would crave. -the shit of a life she was living was horrible, but it was bearable, and so she got used to it. Rather, instead of freedom, what this little missy wanted was money. Lots and lots of them so she never has to worry about the next day. Money - bountiful enough that when she has to spend, she doesn't need to look back or calculate her assets to see how much she has left. Money - bountiful enough to get all the fried chicken she could ever dream of. Yeah, you heard it, fried chicken. For those who did not have money to spare leisurely, getting fried chicken was like a pipe dream to them and she had been one of those unfortunate souls. A comfortable roof above her head and no worries as to when she would get ordered around to steal. No worries about when she would get her next meal-- That was her liberation. And she got it. Just that, she got it most absurdly. Awakened! Those were the people ruling the world, alongside beastly and deadly monsters who threatened the safety of average human beings. And those awakened call the shots. Alice never dreamed she would one day be awakened, and compared to others with their game-like system displaying their attributes and strength; she had a full-grown man whom only she could hear, watching her back at every turn and telling her what to do. He was kinda a pain in the ass but she couldn't complain. It was this gift he had bestowed on her that made her the most powerful Awakened there was with stats that even S-class awakeneds couldn't compare to. She was the boss, now. Mwa-hahahahaha. But life didn't go as easy and leisurely as she planned. With great power comes great responsibility, right? Well, in her case with great power comes great hunger. She couldn't go a moment without getting hungry and her stomach had become a bottomless pit. And to get food, she needed money, and to get money, she had to hunt monsters. The monsters plagued humanity, causing catastrophes and taking lives mercilessly. Those monsters, as scary as they may be, were her target and she had to face them head-on. The bigger the monsters the more money she would gain. Yeah, that was the plan, but... This guy acting as her system seemed to have other plans, putting her at the forefront of 'justice' and having her clean the mess he somewhat created. 'Ugh, I can already sense a shadow of foreboding. Someone, please tell me I'm not acting the main character role. I just want to eat, okay?'
Author_fredah · 154.9K Views

My Bloodysweet : It’s All in My Blood

If you give a great story to an amateur writer, what else do you expect but an ordinary tale? Fortunately, I’m here to save the day. Thanks to my wit, uniqueness, and magnificence, this story will be remarkable. So join me to witness my journeys full of... Author: What are you doing? What? Didn’t you say I needed a Synopsis of the story? Did you lose your memory or something? A: I told you to say something that would get readers excited. And what do you think I’m doing here? A: What’s exciting about what you just said? Idiot, just tell me directly what you want. A: The idiot is your mother. I have nothing to say about that. Now, if you’re done with your pointless barking. A: Just mention the things they’ll find in your story. Don’t tell me something I know. Tell me something I don’t know. Anyway, I’ll try again. An ordinary boy, subjected to psychological and mental torment with no hope, finds himself in a… A: Stop, stop… What do you want now? A: Synopsis, not spoilers. You said I should mention things readers will find in the story. Are you naturally stupid, or is it something you’ve cultivated since childhood? A: Son of bitch I can’t argue with that. A: out of all the stories, why did I choose yours? You wretch, and who gave you attention other than me? A: It’s an honor for you that I’m telling your story, nobody. Nobody? I am an emperor in my world; what are you in yours? Just a nobody sitting in the dark in your shabby room, poor and hunched over your computer, writing nonstop. And when you're done writing, you sit on your ass, praying to God that someone will like that garbage you wrote because you know that if no one does, you'll starve. no knowledge, no value, you don’t even know your left from your right. When someone surprises you and asks you where your heart is, it takes you minutes to realize it’s on the right. A: left. I—I know... A: Actually, it’s in the middle of the chest with a slight lean to the left. ... A: quickly wrap up . I’m trapped by the character count. one last time, don’t interrupt. They say there’s a bright light at the end of the tunnel. Where’s that light? I don’t see it. They say no matter how long the night, the sun will rise in the end. Don’t even mention that pathetic sun; it can’t stay up all day, and even when it shows up in winter, it fails to warm the air. They say hell is underground, but why do I go to it every day? And if I’m late, the bitch is there waiting for me with her filthy smile. They say to ease your suffering, think of others’ suffering. Why should I care about others? Even after finishing my journey in hell, which was a complete failure, suffering remained my companion, even though I never asked it to stay with me. What does a soul like me do? I decided to travel to other worlds, only to find death. And when I thought it was the end, suddenly, I found myself in a body that was not my own. You all know the usual cliché. Since the Author has no talent, he thought he’d be different by not giving the protagonist a golden finger. Instead, he gave me his middle finger, that son of bitch. But wait... I take it back; he gave me a golden finger after all. lacking creativity. A: You’re like Whore ,no matter what you do, you won’t please her. Have you ever considered it might be because of your weak friend down there? ignore the fools. In short. This story is about the last enjoyable person in an age full of boredom. This is my story, The man who knows everything. Alright, how’s that? A: I don’t know. Doesn’t it sound like you’re misleading them? I dare you to say I said anything untrue. A: technically, you didn’t lie. So what’s your problem? I’m done now. Now, let everyone get their butts up and start reading the greatest story ever told, not because of the A but because of the amazing protagonist, which is me. And you, go post the Patreon link and start begging for money. A: that hurts. That's okay, this is a natural sequence when you're trying to widen a tight hole, son of a—
InBetweenRealms · 2.4K Views

EVEN AS A SLAVE, THE HEAVENLY DEMON’S MIGHT SHALL TAME THE BEAUTIES

[Warning: Mature content R-18 ] My tags: Smart Mc - Harem - Milf Hunter- Op Mc - Cold and cunning Mc - edgy-Op-Mc, NO YURI, smut- romance-massacre. As flames scorched the land and blood painted the soil, a lone figure stood atop a mountain of fallen demigods and chosen apostles, his blade—a masterpiece of folded steel—dripping with the blood of those who dared to invade. The gods had taken everything: his clan, his love, leaving him with nothing but wrath. They had made one critical mistake, however—they had crossed into Makaiyama (魔界山), the sacred mountain of Ryukoku’s most feared legend: the Heavenly Demon. Beyond the veil of space and time, celestial beings gazed in shock. “Impossible…” one god whispered, watching as the Heavenly Demon, armed with nothing but raw skill and a dark aura, felled three divine kin. Rage flared across their ranks as they saw their immortal kin fall to mere mortal swordsmanship, untainted by magic. Even as the Heavenly Demon staggered, weapons lodged deep into his body, he fixed his gaze forward, crimson eyes blazing with defiance. His obsidian katana, blood-soaked, pierced the peak of Makaiyama like a stake driven into the heart of heaven itself. His voice echoed in the darkness between life and death, and there, in the chasm of despair, a metallic whisper resonated: “[Project God Executioner has been activated.]" "[Accept?]" the voice asked. With a heart ablaze, he swore vengeance. He would rise—not as a puppet, but as the gods' executioner.
Rene_Tokiori · 8.5K Views

Our Future : Might for Revenge

Lily Renave, a young girl of American descent living in Medan, Indonesia, finds herself living under the shadow of her family's dark past. Her father, James G. Renave, is a former government agent who once exposed a major criminal operation led by Bruno Genovese, the boss of the Genovese crime family, one of the Five Mafia Families of New York. It all began with an online relationship between James and Stacy Spark, a British woman, whose life was turned upside down when Bruno, infatuated with Stacy's photos, ordered her kidnapping. When James could not reach Stacy, he uncovered through Interpol that she had been abducted by Genovese’s men, and the crime was caught on CCTV. James tracked her across international borders, discovering she was in Mexico, heading toward the U.S. Armed with information from satellite surveillance, James managed to track Stacy’s whereabouts and intercept her, saving her from Bruno’s grip. This led to the dismantling of a large narcotics operation tied to Genovese and ultimately resulted in Bruno's imprisonment. However, the takedown angered the mafia kingpin, and in retaliation, Bruno's associates sent James death threats. Fearing for his family's safety, James was forced to flee to Indonesia, where he hoped to disappear and start anew. Eight years later, Bruno was unexpectedly released from prison and, using his connections, tracked down the Renave family to Indonesia. Lily witnesses a brutal murder carried out by Bruno's men. Fleeing for her life, she is pursued by the mafia. Just as she is about to be captured, Lily is rescued by a mysterious stranger and falls unconscious from exhaustion. Caught between her father's past and the danger that now threatens her own life, Lily must navigate a treacherous path, uncovering dark secrets and fighting for survival. With each step, she gets closer to the truth, and to confronting Bruno and his criminal empire once and for all. This is just fiction and does not really exist. The similarity to people's names may not be intentional. Some stories use inspiration from real cases that have occurred throughout the world. However, the location of the place, as well as parties, agencies or organizations are not to denigrate or create a conspiracy. Artnorthlife Cover by AI
Artnorthlife · 1.1K Views

Who killed the white-haired woman?

The book, entitled *"Who Killed the White-Haired Woman ”*, follows the story of Brandon Yurus, an ordinary man who finds himself trapped in an intricate mystery after the death of a white-haired woman, a figure he never knew in life. The woman, now a wandering ghost, appears before him with an unusual proposition: if Brandon pledges to avenge her death, she will offer her assistance from beyond the grave, using her ghostly abilities to guide and protect him. Puzzled but intrigued, Brandon agrees to the pact, embarking on a dangerous quest to discover the identity of the killer and the circumstances surrounding the woman's death. As his investigation progresses, Brandon is plunged into a world where the supernatural and the deadly intertwine, and he begins to realize that this revenge is more complex than he imagined. The woman's spirit follows him every step of the way, whispering secrets and showing him hidden truths, but always keeping a mysterious distance. As Brandon gets closer to the truth, he begins to question who this woman really was, what role she plays in his own destiny, and whether revenge can truly bring peace to a tormented soul. "Who Killed the White-Haired Woman?” is a novel that blends suspense and the supernatural, exploring themes of justice, redemption and the fine line between life and death. The story challenges the reader to consider how far someone would be willing to go to fulfill a promise made to a ghost they never knew. (Prequel story of the novel “Astero the forgotten god”)
Heriberto_Vazquez · 6.8K Views
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