Anos Kills And Revives

A male antagonist who was tortured to hell by those that are close to him. Later did he realize what the eyes of the government and their voices are. Thus he chose to live the life of being an serial killer and give justice to the depraved.

``` O recém-publicado "Renascimento da Dama Nobre: A Esposa na Casa do Marquês" narra a história de sua vida passada onde sua mãe se casou novamente, e ela se tornou uma simples couve. Enquanto sua irmã recebia carne, ela ficava com o caldo; sua irmã recebia macarrão, ela tinha que se contentar com água; sua irmã era a princesa, e ela era marcada como lixo. Ela estava presa em uma vida totalmente planejada por aquela dupla mãe e filha para ela; sua família, seu marido, tudo reduzido a uma piada miserável. Então um acidente de carro a transformou em uma confusão sangrenta. Ela disse a ele, 'meu dinheiro todo vai para meu pai, meu rim para você, porque você é um bom homem.' Aos trinta e três anos, ela morreu em um acidente de carro, deixando seu rim para um bom homem. Aos três anos, ela renasceu. Nesta vida, diante da manipulação, ela reagiu. Que irmã? Ela sequer tinha uma mãe biológica, de onde ela tiraria uma irmã? E nesta vida, ela não sabia se iria novamente encontrar aquele bom homem... ```

Six years ago, the legitimate daughter of the Chu Family was schemed against by her half-sister and was forced to marry the Princely Heir, who was blind and not long for this world. Fortunately, her medical skills were excellent, and she detoxified the Princely Heir. Who would have thought after he came back to life, the emperor would actually want to bestow a concubine upon him—and this jerk didn't even refuse. Furious, she left a divorce letter and then set the Prince Residence on fire, fleeing in haste. Six years later, the same Princely Heir remained a lonely man, with all his old servants worrying their hearts out. One day, upon encountering a Little Baozi on the street who looked strikingly like the Princely Heir, they instantly burst into tears. "The Prince Residence has a successor! Princely Heir, please come back with us to the Prince Residence quickly." Who knew, Little Baozi disdainfully said, "Not interested." "Princely Heir, the Prince Residence is immensely wealthy..." "My mother is the wealthiest person!" "Princely Heir, the Prince Residence is extremely safe..." "My mother is the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch!" "Princely Heir, the Prince Residence has powerful armies..." "My mother is the heir to the Nanduan Kingdom!" Suddenly, a faint voice came from behind: "Then, does your mother need an Imperial Consort? I think myself quite suitable."

He Tiantian sempre tratou as pessoas ao seu redor com um coração agradecido. No entanto, em sua meia-idade, descobriu que estava vivendo em um engano cheio de mentiras. Retornando ao passado, He Tiantian, com a assistência da Pequena Cobra Prateada, começou uma nova vida. De uma perspectiva diferente, então essa era a verdade! Nesta vida, ela nunca mais seria cegamente ingênua. Nesta vida, ela nunca mais perderia ou subestimaria seu amor de infância, que a tratara com verdadeiro afeto. Ela o trataria bem, confiaria nele e teria um lar acolhedor. ******

No mundo pós-apocalíptico, Luo Qiao, dotada de uma Habilidade Especial, transmigrou para uma garota digna de pena que ninguém queria. Por um golpe de sorte, ela ganhou um espaço, verdadeiramente um motivo para comemorar. Contudo, ela descobriu que não só havia atravessado, mas também acabou em um livro, com o destino do personagem original tragicamente condenado! Haha, com uma Habilidade Especial e espaço à sua disposição, Luo Qiao disse que não precisava de ninguém. No entanto, aquele morador da vila rumorado ser um líder excêntrico e deficiente parecia querer ajudá-la a cada momento. Os olhos de Luo Qiao brilhavam, hehe, agarrar-se a uma coxa poderosa para apoio não parecia uma má ideia. Assista como a delicada esposa é cuidada, veja como Luo Qiao desfruta de sua vida Xiao Yao.......

Gu Huai'an, um jovem descendente da Mansão do Pátio Número 01, tornou-se o comandante-chefe no Centro de Comando de Aviação Dragon em tenra idade. Era conhecido por seu comportamento frio e raramente sorria ou ria. Não apenas vinha de uma família distinta, mas também era a gema inatingível da Mansão do Pátio Número 01 de Beidu. De repente, um dia, ele ouviu alguém o chamando de "irmãozinho". Quando seguiu a voz, uma garota bonita com um rosto indiferente perguntou, "Com licença, senhor, eu o conheço?" Mas ao mesmo tempo: 【Nossa, irmãozinho é tão bonito.】 【Existem montanhas além de montanhas, prédios além de prédios, mas irmãozinho é bonito e gentil.】 【Irmãozinho, me abraça!】 Gu Huai'an: …… A boca da garotinha, enganadora como a de um fantasma. ********* Song Yunuan transmigrou para um livro de época e se tornou uma vilã secundária que seria logo eliminada — um papel tão pequeno quanto há de menor. No seu primeiro dia no livro, ela estava na casa da Família Song, tentando arduamente se lembrar de por que a inteira Família Song seria exterminada na história. No fim, ela falhou em notar as expressões petrificadas coletivas dos membros da Família Song. Mais tarde… Seu pai se tornou o homem mais rico, seu irmão um advogado top, seu irmão mais novo um cientista, sua tia mais nova uma cantora, e até sua avó se tornou uma proprietária de terras. Ela mesma se transformou na queridinha de todos. Song Yunuan: O que aconteceu com o começo infernal que me prometeram?

O novo livro foi lançado! Meng Yunhan reencarnou de volta à época do 'período das cartelas de racionamento', uma época em que as pessoas lutavam contra a falta de comida e roupas. Mas desta vez ela não tem medo. Equipada com um 'código de trapaça', ela está pronta não apenas para começar seu próprio negócio, mas também para agarrar seu irmão de rosto impassível e até mesmo sustentar Baozi, seu filho. Irmão de rosto impassível: "Esposa, vamos pegar o Baozi e sair!" Ele afirma que ter um filho mais apegado à esposa do que ele mesmo é completamente sem vergonha! "Mamãe, vamos arranjar um novo papai!" Baozi sugere. Seu papai, um homem adulto, ainda é tão grudento com a mamãe. Que vergonha! Meng Yunhan suspira: Eles são realmente pai e filho.

An Hao deu um pulo, achando que tinha morrido, mas para sua surpresa, quando abriu os olhos, viu-se de volta ao ano de 1985. Para viver uma segunda vida, ela teria que suportar novamente os abusos da madrasta e da meia-irmã, o desgosto da sogra e o desprezo da cunhada, e a traição da sua melhor amiga que corajosamente se tornou a outra apenas para lhe dar um tapa na cara e subir na escala social? Ela deveria terminar sua miserável vida na pobreza mais uma vez? A resposta de An Hao foi, "Coma! Merda! Não!" Ela estava determinada a fazer algo de si mesma, a enriquecer aproveitando seu conhecimento e almejar uma vida abastada. Desta vez, ela seria a irmã mais velha protetora que reformaria seu inútil irmão mais novo que teve uma morte miserável, e a esposa virtuosa para compensar sua negligência passada com o marido! Ela não deixaria esta vida se desperdiçar no desespero! Uma amiga maliciosa? Cobiçando seu homem? De jeito nenhum! Vá passear onde for mais refrescante! Cof cof, como ela não percebeu em sua vida passada que esse "Rei do Inferno Estoico" era tão indecente. Decente? Você teve sua cota de decência durante o dia.

"Nine Heavens cast down the Undying Tree, from the tomb the Immortal's bones were fetched; Taoist Venerable tut-tutted as they drank blood plasma, Old Buddha relished in the chew of meat; Beasts and livestock rang the Dharma Drum, city foxes and hole-dwelling rats boiled in the pot; In the Immortality Wine, the resentful spirits were fishy, at the Killing Banquet, the Dao Fruit was bitter!” In this world where Daoist Skill manifested, countless Sect Cultivators, Side Door Magicians, princes and scholars, officials of high rank and nobles all coveted immortality! Owl God Tomb, stealing heavenly secrets, Pearl Gathering Skill, Holy Infant Pill, bone effigies, Yin God Shrine, human-transformed monsters, Undying Elixir, Red Line Poison, Blood Immortal insects, Mermaid Meat, gold-threaded robes, Five Poisons Primordial Spirit, Seven Star Life Extension... They killed and harmed life only to steal the "Killing Dao Fruit" borne upon that Undying Tree! Until... a sly "Fishing Man" came to this world. Wang Yuan, born with the Small Book of Life and Death, had but a simple and unadorned dream: Amid bustling strings and smoky vistas, on a night bathed in moonlight, in peace and quiet did I lean on the rail, savoring the wind, toasting to the stars. With his "Bride in bridal clothes," watching the sunrise at Taishan in the morning, admiring Qionghua in Luoyang at noon, and drinking under the aurora by the North Sea in the evening. "But you all smell so incredibly fragrant! No more, none shall escape, for today I shall crowdfund Cultivating Immortality! Please... my treasure, turn around!” The blood-red veil of the Bride abruptly fluttered to the ground.

Enganada para se casar, explorada por toda a vida como uma babá sem pagamento e, finalmente, espancada até a morte por sua mãe adotiva na frente do leito de doença de seu pai adotivo, a vida miserável de Shen Mianmian chegou ao fim. Quando ela abriu os olhos novamente, viu-se de volta aos quinze. Shen Mianmian jurou escapar do seu destino passado, punir sua prima maliciosa e mãe adotiva, mas acidentalmente brilhou demais no processo. A estudante que estava entre as últimas da escola de repente subiu ao topo, se tornando a candidata disputada por universidades prestigiosas, causando sensação entre todos os professores e alunos... Enquanto outros estavam ocupados estudando, Shen Mianmian estava ocupada iniciando pequenos negócios para ganhar dinheiro... Enquanto outros se preparavam para os exames de entrada na faculdade, Shen Mianmian comprou as duas casas mal-assombradas mais notórias de Pequim de uma só vez... tornando-se uma anomalia aos olhos de todos, zombaram dela dizendo que mesmo que tivesse a fortuna para comprá-las, poderia não ter a vida para morar nelas. Enquanto outros se formavam e estavam ocupados procurando emprego, as propriedades mal-assombradas compradas por Shen Mianmian foram requisitadas pelo governo, rendendo-lhe uma quantia considerável de compensação pela demolição. Aqueles que zombaram dela não puderam deixar de se bater duas vezes... procurando em todos os lugares onde poderia haver casas mal-assombradas à venda. Shen Mianmian, que originalmente precisava pegar dinheiro emprestado para as mensalidades da escola, usou os fundos da demolição e aproveitou a vantagem de seu renascimento para comprar um terreno adequado e construiu um prédio de aluguel, transformando-se na proprietária de terras mais rica e próspera de Pequim... Um dia, Shen Mianmian, carregando uma bolsa de chaves e tendo acabado de coletar o aluguel, foi arrastada para o Cartório de Registro Civil. "Shen Mianmian, é hora de você pagar o que me deve."

Quão imensa deve ser a riqueza de uma família que foi passada por cinco mil anos? Às vezes, você nunca saberá o quão rica sua família realmente é até pressionar um pouco os seus pais! Só depois de herdar a fortuna de cinco mil anos de sua família é que Zhang Menglong percebeu que a alegria dos ricos é tão simples. Presidente do banco: "Sr. Zhang, por favor, imploro que deposite seu dinheiro em nosso banco, e você pode definir a taxa de juros!" Herdeiro mais rico da segunda geração de Huaxia: "O mundo todo pertence à sua família ou o quê?" Pessoa mais rica do mundo: "Eu me sinto como um homem pobre!" Família Real Europeia: "Sr. Zhang, você está precisando de uma namorada? Se sim, importaria-se de encontrar uma? Se não, se incomodaria de ter mais uma? O que você acha da princesa do nosso país?" Mais tarde, Zhang Menglong descobriu que a faculdade que seus pais deixaram para ele foi a coisa mais impressionante. Na verdade, ser reitor acabou sendo ainda mais agradável do que ser a pessoa mais rica do mundo!

In the cruel world of Ranas, normal people are considered nothing more than trash. Blaze is also one of those trash. He and his mother has been treated like animals by his loser 'superhero' stepfather. But then everything changes when the SYSTEM gives Blaze a mission to kill him in exchange for superpower. Blaze does not hesitate. Short-form: Kill him. Kill her. Kill them all. Kill for powers.

"I am Yang Jian. By the time you read this, I've already been dead..." A strange parchment, an eye that peeks into the darkness. This is the memoir of a person who survived.

[NOTICE] You have died. All conditions have been met. Acquiring, Demon Lord Revival System. Triggering Revive point. ... Elijah, a poor orphan whose life was shaped by the cruelty of a world that saw no value in him, fought tirelessly to carve meaning from the depths of his suffering. Yet even his persistent struggle could not spare him from the grip of fate. But death was not the final release he sought. Instead, it cast him into a strange, twisted world, one teeming with Umbral kin and ancient human powers. Forgotten and feared, Elijah believed that fate had dealt its cruelest blow, but surrender has never been an option for him. In a realm where power is survival and ambition invokes ruin, Elijah must embrace the darkness that stirs deep within him or risk being consumed by it. WARNING #18, But in limited chapters.

Madeline Gray gets revenge on her family for what they done. She was born rich and only child which means she will inherit everything from her parents. Until her aunt and her boyfriend took everything away from her. She was young when her aunt killed her parents. Her aunt took over her parent’s Business since they were in a plane crash. While everything was happening so fast Madeline was getting abuse physically, and mentally. She thought she can keep the company all to her self and keep controlling Madeline by signing everything to her name. Madeline wasn’t stupid enough to do that so she had to grow up fast. At just 10 years old she was kidnapped by a strange person whom she hasn’t met but he knows who she is. She went through immense training while being under his care. She grow up and started to plan her revenge. This means also killing her aunt and her husband. But will she have the courage in doing so?

Alia is a skilled thief who, in search of a legendary treasure, sneaks into a castle under the cover of night. However, she unexpectedly witnesses the castle’s owner, the handsome and cold-hearted billionaire Marcellus, murder his wife. In the chaos of her escape, Alia is discovered and killed by him. But death isn’t the end. Alia wakes up to find herself reborn a year earlier, this time in the body of the wife Marcellus had killed—Livia. Faced with the man who had once killed her, now acting outwardly kind but still harboring deadly intentions, Alia knows she must uncover the truth within a year and avoid the same tragic fate. Her plan? Escape the castle and steal the treasure. During her time in the castle, Alia discovers that Livia’s identity is far from simple, and she soon finds herself tangled in a deeper conspiracy. Marcellus’s younger brother, Elias, has a close, secret relationship with Livia, one that seems to involve hidden feelings. As Alia secretly investigates Marcellus’s true intentions, she is drawn to his conflicting mixture of gentleness and coldness. At the same time, the body of Livia compels her to develop feelings for Elias, whose tender care for her awakens a sense of warmth. Caught in a whirlwind of emotions, Alia realizes that every person’s motives are more complex than they first appear, and she must make difficult choices between truth, revenge, love, and survival. As the one-year deadline approaches, the conspiracy unfolds, and Marcellus’s true intentions toward Livia are exposed. Alia finally finds a chance to escape. But with emotions tangled and fate inextricably linked to the castle, will she choose revenge and freedom, or will she find redemption and true love within the deadly walls of the castle?

A young man finds out his whole life has been a lie, stuck in a fight between cultivator's he stumbles upon an inheritance and swears to save his people.

Earth, thousands of years after the apocalypse. A boy with amnesia woke up in the middle of the Dregs, the worst part of Crimson Fungus City. The boy grows up and manages to become strong enough to pass an exam for one of the most prestigious jobs in existence, a Zephyx Extractor, someone that can harvest the powers of Specters. Zephyx Extractors have the power to travel kilometers in seconds, read minds, and destroy mountains. In this oppressive world, they are the only ones who can change their destiny. Sadly, the boy had already gained a power from a Specter in the past, which made him ineligible for the position. His dream was dead. Or was it? Join my Discord: https://discord.gg/EfePH46Aru If my patreon gets more than 1000€ per month, I will increase the word count of my chapters! Join my Patreon: patreon.com/user?u=27791050

Idol show for dead people? Rayen was suddenly thrown into a supernatural idol show after meeting an untimely death at the peak of his career as a band vocalist. Upon waking up in a strange building, with a creepy stalker fan claiming to have written his entire biography, and a strange jukebox demanding him to perform, he learned of his death and found himself in a bizarre situation. [Please select a song to dance.] "What? Dance? I don't know how to dance!" [Select a song or disappear?] "Ain't no way I'm gonna dance!" [If you want to revive, become an idol.] "Screw revival! I don't want to dance!" Notes: Some scenes would be inspired by widely circulated memes or cultural phenomena, but these elements have been purely fictionalized for creative purposes, and do not reflect the real individuals and events they may have originated from. Poems will be written by me, but some will be based on songs.

When the world of past is destroyed, three friends are sent into the far future to unravel the mysteries and to shatter the evil schemes of the entity which caused all of the misfortunes.

In a world where words breathe and letters morph into monsters, Nullus discovers he is no mere guest in this body... but the ultimate target of mysterious forces seeking to erase every trace of him before he deciphers the code of his existence. But beware: every chapter you read here is a step closer to the trap. Are you ready to hear the voice whispering behind the lines? “Look around you... this very sentence could be an eye watching you!”* As Nullis digs into the depths of his past, he realizes something terrifying: The story writes itself, and the reader... *you*... are part of its game. Will you save him by etching these pages into your memory? Or will you fall victim to your own choices? Time is running out, and **the book begins to devour itself."

Kane staggered through the smoldering ruins of his kingdom, his vision swimming with blood and sweat. Every muscle screamed in protest, every step faltered, but the pain was a distant echo compared to the void in his chest. The imperial prince had razed it all—the palace, the people, everything Kane had ever known. His father’s stern voice, his mother’s gentle touch, the warriors who had once sworn to protect them—all silenced, their dying cries still ringing in his ears. But there was one person he couldn’t let go of. “Julia…” His voice rasped, barely audible over the crackling flames. His heart thudded unevenly as he lurched across the battlefield, the air thick with the stench of death. His sister had been his beacon in this crumbling world, the only one who saw strength in him despite his failings. He clung to a fragile hope that she might still be alive. That hope shattered when he found her. By the lake’s edge, where the water mirrored the flickering flames, Julia lay motionless on the cold earth. Kane’s breath caught, his legs giving out as he dropped to his knees beside her. Her golden hair, once radiant, was tangled with dirt and blood. Her pale skin was marred with bruises, her body exposed—stripped of the dignity she’d carried so effortlessly in life. The imperial prince hadn’t just taken her life; he’d handed her to his soldiers like a trophy, a final cruelty that twisted Kane’s grief into rage. “No… no…” His voice cracked, tears spilling down his ash-streaked face. With trembling hands, he tore off his own tattered shirt—the last remnant of the prince he’d once been. It wasn’t much, but he couldn’t leave her like this. Gently, he draped the fabric over her fragile form, shielding her from the world that had betrayed her. His fingers lingered on the cloth, as if he could somehow give her back the peace she deserved. “I’m sorry, Julia,” he whispered, his throat tight with sobs. “I wasn’t strong enough to protect you…” Guilt gnawed at him, sharper than the wounds seeping through his torn clothes. He had failed her, failed them all—his family, his kingdom, himself. What was left for him now? Ignoring the fire in his limbs, Kane clawed at the dirt with his bare hands, digging a shallow grave. Each handful of earth sent jolts of pain through his battered body, but he welcomed it. She deserved more than this—a proper burial, a monument—but this was all he could offer. As he laid her inside and covered her with soil, his vision blurred, his strength fading. His injuries were too deep, the vial of salve in his pocket too meager to save him. It could dull the pain, perhaps, but he didn’t want that. He didn’t deserve it. When the grave was finished, Kane collapsed beside it, his chest heaving with shallow breaths. Death hovered close, and he was ready to let it take him. Then, a glint of gold caught his eye. Something plumm

"Any who don the title of 'king' or anything of the sort in my presence is nothing more than an ignorant fool. This is my land and I shall be reclaiming it soon. I am Cacophony, the Vampire Empress!" As those words left her lips, every cell in my body reacted. It was unreal—no, it was otherworldly. Her beauty, her power, and her overwhelming arrogance. It might've been then that I realized that my normal life had ended. How did it come to this? Ah, it was curiosity. Yes, a deathly curiosity brought me to that graveyard that day. It was there that I stumbled upon her coffin. I had absolutely no clue what I was doing then, and even now I have no idea what possessed me to touch it—that single moment changed the course of history for the entire world. I found myself delving into a completely unknown world. Should I regret it? Maybe. But the truth is, I don't. Exploring the world’s hidden secrets, forging unexpected bonds, and living alongside the revived empress—it’s exciting. "Even if it's wrong, I think I'm going to enjoy every moment of it."

Along time ago there were scientist working on a project when everything failed its created A huge explosion everyone almost died some of the scientist or people died from the explosion there are some survivors in Japan

【 Warning : Mature Content R-18 】 This was a transmigration. And it was an astonishing second transmigration. Although the first one ended rather abruptly... Arriving at the riverside, the child crouched down, scooped up a handful of cool water, and drank it. The sweet and clear river water was more delicious than any beverage on Earth. The child exclaimed loudly, "How refreshing!" Gazing at the water surface, the child's face took on a solemn expression, as if painstakingly brewing something. His eyes suddenly closed, and when he opened them again, an evil aura suddenly emerged on the calm water surface. In the reflection, the innocent - looking child actually had a pair of blood - red eyes! The water surface was rippling, rising and falling, with glistening waves. Yet, those blood - red eyes remained distinct. On the evil - looking blood - red background, a black tomoe slowly rotated around the center of the eye. It was the Sharingan! What followed was quite clear. Lin Xing, an unfortunate guy, had unfortunately transmigrated into the world of Naruto. He managed to survive until the night of the Uchiha clan's massacre, and then, unfortunately, died. This was truly a tragic story! Lin Xing didn't, like many transmigrated heroes, fight Obito and defeat Madara. It wasn't that he lacked talent. In Lin Xing's words, "Geniuses are often nipped in the bud." In the world of Zhu Xian, gods above, Lin Xing was even younger than Sasuke! So, on that fateful night, Lin Xing ran desperately. Suddenly, a ripple appeared in the space ahead, and the big - boss - like figure emerged. Lin Xing didn't even have time to see how the opponent attacked before losing consciousness. Well, let bygones be bygones. Lin Xing stood up, deactivated the eye - catching Sharingan, and looked towards the south. According to what the shopkeeper said, Qingyun Sect was in that direction. The world of Zhu Xian was full of disasters. When it came to the best place of refuge, Qingyun Sect was undoubtedly the top choice. Lin Xing promised that if he died this time, he definitely wouldn't transmigrate again. The first transmigration was a soul - transmigration, which was quite normal. The second one couldn't really be considered a proper transmigration in the strict sense. The Sharingan was still there, his five - year - old body remained the same, and even the other - world clothing he wore before his death was intact. Lin Xing guessed that something must have gone wrong with the masked man's space - time ninjutsu, and by some strange coincidence, he was sent to this world. If he were to die this time, he would truly lose everything. Having made up his mind, Lin Xing vowed to join Qingyun Sect.

In a world taken over by darkness, a blue moon hangs in the sky, in the night vicious calamites roam the earth in search of victims to feast on. Luca a hardworking but untalented magician tries his utmost to find peace in this world of suffering through slaughter. Will his unrelenting thirst for slaughter lead him astray and insane or grant him the peace he's been seeking ever since that fateful day in his childhood?

Cradled by self-ness, a new-born God came forth. The god, perceived as a phantom, wept as tears dripped across the waters. Thus came about its phantom heart. The weeping spirit, a solitary, god that could create anything with its right mind. However, there lay a message that told it one thing; Kill the Light. An unease built inside its heart. A dead thing, not even an echo that reached any god, nor creature alive. If not, then what was the God meant for? What else was needed of him? Thus, he wandered, days upon days, until he met a single, decrepit woman. The first contact he had since over a thousand years. -------- Discord: discord.gg/7NcJYeTUbV

When we defeat the gods, we are just pawns