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Suicide Squad Diablo Dies

Rejected a 1000 Times, I Commited Suicide… And Got 1000 Girlfriends!

My name is Kage Ito, and I was the world’s most rejected man—a thousand rejections, no friends, family, or even a pet. Life itself seemed to reject me. One night, in my tiny, dingy apartment, I gave up and ended it all. But death wasn’t the end. I awoke in a realm of endless white, greeted by Sakurabana Tamayori, the Goddess of Soulmates. She revealed the cosmic mix-up that defined my life: I’d been assigned a thousand soulmates. None of the women who rejected me were meant to be mine, and I was given a second chance. The Soul Stats system also known as the Soul Reaver Damnation is a mysterious interface that tracks my soulmates, their emotional states, and the progress of our relationships. It shows me detailed metrics like their happiness, love, jealousy, and more, giving me a glimpse into the bond I share with each of them. But it’s not without its risks—if I fail to meet certain objectives, the consequences can be devastating, like one of my soulmates choosing to end their life. The system is both a guide and a constant reminder of the high stakes I face with every decision I make. (Chapter : 21) Now, I must find these soulmates, feeling an undeniable spark when I meet them. Sounds perfect, right? Wrong. Managing a thousand relationships is chaos. Some soulmates are fiery, others shy, and many come with their own challenges. Worse, ignoring a soulmate causes them unimaginable suffering. With little guidance and Sakurabana popping in to mock my struggles, I’m left to navigate this bizarre blessing—or curse. Along the way, I’ve discovered moments of beauty, connection, and love, but I still wonder: why me? This is the story of how I went from the loneliest man alive to a man destined for a thousand soulmates, and my journey to figure it all out—one soulmate at a time or maybe more. Support this story by adding it to your collection, giving Power Stones, and Golden Tickets! For private discussion, reach out on Discord: https://discord.gg/2zz2Csj9UQ
LeoDGreed · 20.1K Views

Cameraman Never Dies

In the greed-filled world of corporate empires and magic knights, Min Jae was a king in business, with pockets so deep he could drown in them. That is, until his life deemed his playthrough unfair and gave him a red card. Poison was his family's best friend, as everyone had at least tasted it once, not twice because they never could. Death was never on his calendar, neither was an offer for a divine gig. Enter the Deity of Stories, a celestial being with a fetish for plot twists, who offers Min Jae a deal he can't refuse: become her divine cameraman. No, not the kind with a lens, but one who records the tales of mortals. In return, he gets a second shot at life, in a world where his dearly departed parents are alive and well, ready to dote on him from birth. Reborn as Judge (because “Min Jae 2.0” sounded too dull), he quickly realizes this new life is no gift. This steampunk utopia, filled with airships, clockwork gadgets, and an alarming lack of Wi-Fi, thrives on manipulation. But who needs the internet when you have a divine camera and the sharp mind to control it all? Judge isn’t just here to record stories; he’s here to write them, casting himself as the mastermind behind every twist and turn. Armed with his divine powers, he navigates complex schemes, power-hungry nobles, and ruthless industrialists, all while keeping his ultimate goal hidden: to ascend to godhood and rewrite his own fate. Of course, he generally makes a glorious mess of things, all while trying to keep his dear parents blissfully unaware of his less-than-angelic schemes. But as the stakes rise and the Deity of Stories watches his every move, Judge must tread carefully. Can he manipulate his way to the top, or will he become just another character in someone else’s plot twist? --- Just a quick disclaimer: The book steers clear of any unwanted adult stuff. However, it does feature a potentially disturbing amount of violence—enough to make you wonder about the author's mental health. So proceed with caution—and maybe a shield!
CloudCatcher · 225.8K Views

El Prometido del Diablo

Un amor condenado desde el principio, una causa perdida, una batalla perdida, y aún así, ninguno de los dos corazones está dispuesto a rendirse hasta el final. Arlan Cromwell, el epítome del perfecto Príncipe Heredero. Todo lo que quiere es vivir una vida normal como un humano pero la vida de un dragón no tiene nada de normal. Solo tiene un objetivo: encontrar a su prometida fugitiva y decapitarla. ¿Qué sucede cuando descubre que la mujer que ha conquistado su corazón es la que juró matar? Oriana, la Herbolario, disfrazándose de hombre, ha pasado toda su vida huyendo sin saber de qué huye. Cuando los misterios de su pasado la atrapan lentamente, no tiene a quién acudir... excepto a Arlan. Pero cuando se entera de que el hombre al que le ha entregado su corazón es el mismo hombre que quiere matarla, ¿cómo puede aceptar la cruel mano que la vida le ha dado? Dos personas con secretos que guardar, identidades que ocultar y respuestas que encontrar. Cuando cierta oscuridad amenaza con llevarse a Oriana, ¿el Dragón podrá proteger a su pareja? Extracto: —Si supiera que eres mi prometida, te habría matado en el mismo momento en que nos conocimos. —¡Si supiera que estaba comprometida contigo, me habría matado antes de que tú me mataras! Sacó una daga y se la ofreció. —No es demasiado tarde. Simplemente corta tu garganta con esto y sangrarás sin dolor. Ella aceptó el cuchillo, sus dedos apretaban con fuerza el mango. Al siguiente momento, él estaba presionado contra la pared y el cuchillo estaba en el lado derecho de su cuello. —¿Qué tal si lo pruebo contigo primero, mi prometido? —Siéntete libre de intentarlo. Pero cuando falles, este cuchillo primero probará la sangre de tu abuelo, luego la tuya. La ira se levantó en sus ojos, y al siguiente momento, la sangre fluyó por el lado derecho de su cuello. Ella cortó lo suficientemente profundo como para cortar un importante vaso sanguíneo. —No deberías haberme desafiado —dijo ella con desdén—. Y se echó hacia atrás, esperando que él colapsara. Simplemente sonrió y pasó su dedo por la profunda herida en su cuello. —Parece que has fallado. Observó cómo la herida de su cuello se curaba por sí sola y se sintió impactada hasta los huesos. —Tú... ¿qué eres? —¿Adivinas?
Mynovel20 · 199K Views
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