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Underheaven was one step away from immortality. As one of the Twelve Godlyings, he stood at the peak of the cultivation world until betrayal shattered everything. Ambushed during his final ascension, he was struck down by his rival, Original Sin. But instead of dying, he tore his soul free and vanished through a mysterious crack. Now, he wakes up in a world he’s never seen, trapped in a weak body that isn’t his. His strength and his status, gone. What remains is a burning drive to reclaim everything he lost... and to rise even higher than before, his lust for immorality has only grown stronger. The heavens may have desired his demise, but Underheaven is not finished yet. Not by a long shot. ******** What to Expect: + Weak to Strongest. + An MC who's determined to reach his goals  + Evolving Skills + There is Romance, but it's not harem. What Not to Expect: – No harem. – No constant flirting or female characters thrown in just for the MC to collect. – No overpowered-from-the-start protagonist who wins without effort. ******* Hello! Author here. Just wanted to let you all know that I don’t post chapters on Saturdays and Sundays for two main reasons: One, I’m Christian, and I believe in resting on the 7th day. Two, I use the weekend to review the chapters I’ve written, checking for grammar mistakes, spelling errors, and any accidental plot holes. If everything looks good and there aren’t too many corrections, I might release a bonus chapter.

Updates twice daily 1000 word chapters  Hou Zhigong, formally Saviour, learns about spirit arts, magic, blood formations, swordsmanship and all sorts of different powers. He only has one goal, the protect his people. But over and over again he fails, now he vows to learn TRUE CULTIVATION and grow stronger!!!

Aziz, a young orphan, had always known there was something different inside him. Despite the achievements and the luxury that surrounded him, he felt empty — as if something essential was missing. On a silent night, lost in thought, he fell asleep in search of answers. Little did he know that would be his last night in this world. ——- Guys, this is my first time writing a novel. Support me with a gift if you can.

Eira Kingston, a feared assassin, never imagined that death would lead her to transmigrate into the body of Ephyra Allen, the disgraced first daughter of the once-powerful Allen family. But what shocked her even more was the soft mechanical voice in her mind, addressing her as "master" and informing her that her soul had returned to its original body. Eira dismissed the strange voice, thinking she was having a post-death hallucination. But waking up in a hospital, with memories that weren’t hers flooding back, she was forced to confront the truth. Ephyra’s life had been nothing short of a nightmare. Despite being the legitimate daughter, she was labeled a bastard, shunned by all, and overshadowed by her scheming stepsister, who had stolen the love of her father and her betrothed. To make matters worse, the wealth and status the Allen family enjoyed were all thanks to Ephyra’s late mother, and the only reason she hadn’t been discarded entirely was due to her mother’s inheritance, locked away until she turned eighteen. But Eira wasn’t one to be defeated by circumstances. If she was going to live Ephyra’s life, she would do so on her own terms. She would destroy those who had caused Ephyra pain, claim the inheritance that was rightfully hers, and find out who was behind her own death. Because if there was one thing Eira knew how to do well, it was to survive—and make her enemies pay. However, being a high-schooler with nothing to her name wasn’t enough. As Ephyra, she’s powerless, but as an assassin, she’s lethal. Still, even that wasn't enough until she became the contracted wife of Lyle Aelion—a powerful, enigmatic figure in the business world with a secret illness. And it turns out, the only thing that can relieve him is her scent.

"The award for the best male actor" "The national martial art karate champion" "CEO of the Keller cooperation" Young prodigy of the modern age At the age of 24 he achieved the achievements of lifetime but is it worth. A man who earns a second chance at life "This time i will live a fulfilling life with my loved ones" *DING *DING [WILL OF THE MASTER IDENTIFIED] [UNIQUE SKILL: True king] [INTIATING THE REINCARNATION] This is the story of the Greatest Emperor of the Kelleros Empire. A young man who yearns for the love. Authors note: This is my first novel guys therefore there can be mistakes please leave your opinion about this story. Well guys english is not my first language there can be mistakes sorry in advance R-18 Content are there in this story (No Netorare) Luna hate this genre. Netori | Incest | Pregnancy | Sugar Mommy |Vanilla | Yandere | Tomboy Many more Stay tuned For more illustrations https://discord.gg/kHNVDfBTJr

Death is not death This is what came to my mind when I woke up at that moment to this new life. In a fragile world, values crumble before a curse with no name… except “Nothing.” An unknown sin born within certain humans, devouring them in silence, announcing their end before they ever begin. Maithen, a boy from the depths of poverty, is one of the marked… known only as “the Phantoms.” His life was a margin in an unwritten book, until the signs began to burn through him: Cold bleeding, dark dreams, and screams no one else could hear. Then… death. But death was not the end. He awoke in a land without time, without sun, without meaning… known only as The Black Land. A realm torn between reality and illusion, inhabited by broken souls and beasts called “Chaos”— creatures born of human sins… reborn in flesh and ruin. In this world, there is no law but survival, and no survival without power. And in the midst of the dark, Maithen’s true phantom awakened— the very force that once consumed him… now became his weapon. A power beyond understanding, shattering logic and dissolving weakness… but it comes at a price. Along his path, he will meet those who were once human, now something else. Some flee. Some rule. Some seek an exit that may not exist. And the question that haunts him like a shadow: Is the curse within him… or is he the curse?

Young Isabelle had a nice life living with her parents who treasured her like a princess until she is kidnapped by a syndicate and that night her life was turned upside down. She becomes an assassin as she grows up in that organization. She wishes to go back home, search for her parents and live like the innocent little girl she was before she was brutally separated from her family but ,will she be able to face her parents with her blood thirst behavior? When Nicholas is kidnapped together with other children one night, he easily discovers that his life as the young master of the Ssaru family has come to an end, in order to survive in the assassins' organization ,he pretends to have lost his memories as he looks for an opportunity to escape.

The one who sacrificed everything to gain power, losing his humanity in the process. The one who gave everything for the one he loved, only to be betrayed. And the one who was nothing more than a puppet, used and discarded his entire life. Three lives, different paths, but all ending in the same cruel way. Yet their story isn’t over. No—it’s far from over. In fact, it has only just begun.

This Is The Story About Adventure Of Ethan And His Friend In Pokemon World Who Become True Pokemon Master

Let's follow a different Regulus Arcturus Black (RAB) in another version of the Marauder era and Voldemort's first rise to power. From multiple perspectives. In J. K. Rowling's original series, RAB sacrifices himself to bring about Voldemort's downfall, and does everything as an heir to the House of Black would do without caring about himself. This time his order of priorities is different, himself first, his family second, and everyone else third if he has time for anything else.

The story of a skeleton from a separate universe. What should he do after losing everything and feeling lost? How can he free himself from the confusion?

TRUE & LIE Some dreams are memories. Others are warnings. In the blurred space between dreams and reality, a boy begins to question everything he's ever known. Strange visions haunt him—symbols etched in fire, voices speaking in riddles, and a legacy hidden in silence.

Being hurt is like a jar, and pretty soon it's going to overfill, just like putting water in a jar, it only holds so much. Throughout this real life story, I explain how I overcame emotional abuse and grew as a person. I hope people will realize through the story that understanding everyone associated with your love interest is a good idea.

At 70 years old, Arjun Varma, a seasoned mercenary and one of the realm's most formidable 5th Circle Mages, faces his end not on a battlefield, but in his own chambers, poisoned by his trusted best friend, Prince Dhruva. The poison shatters his magic circle, leaving him powerless as the prince delivers the killing blow. But fate, or perhaps a lingering magical anomaly, intervenes. Arjun awakens in his childhood bed, a mere boy of 10, born into a poor noble family, retaining all the memories, knowledge, and magical understanding of his 70-year-old self, though his body is weak and his magic circle nascent. His "best friend," Dhruva, is still the Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Aravalli, currently a charming, ambitious boy, oblivious to the monstrous future he will forge. Armed with decades of experience in combat, espionage, and advanced magic, Arjun must navigate his childhood, feigning ignorance while secretly honing his abilities. He'll exploit past mistakes, discover hidden truths about Dhruva's betrayal, and seek new, powerful allies. His path will be fraught with challenges, from rebuilding his magical prowess and mastering a nascent magic circle (which, in Aravalli, can only be awakened through formal training at the magic school), to outmaneuvering the shrewd court politics of Indiranagar and avoiding the attention of those who sought his demise. The central conflict will be the delicate balance between his immediate, burning desire for vengeance and the long, patient game required to dismantle a crown prince's future and perhaps, the entire corrupted system that enabled him.

Gregor is failing student at Zenith Academy, one of the most prestigious fighting schools in Cascadia. Skating in based on his fathers influence, a last ditch effort to make something of his son, Gregor has since been effectively disowned by his family. Poor aptitude for both physical and magical combat as well as the ridicule of his family and peers has also caused Gregor to give up. In his just his first year, it appears he is going to become a drop out. But a brush with death awakens something that has been dormant inside him since birth: The True Berserker’s Inheritance.

Nakatira ako sa isang mundo kung saan hindi mo maaaring simulan ang diborsiyo. Ang mga nagsisimula ng diborsiyo ay mapaparusahan at ipapadala sa bilangguan, at ang kanilang asawa ay mamanahin ang lahat ng kanilang ari-arian. At nanloko ang aking asawa. Binaliktad niya ang sitwasyon at ipinadala ako sa hukuman ng makasarili. Pero hindi niya alam na mayroon na akong ebidensya. Kung mapapatunayang wala akong kasalanan, mawawalan ng lahat ng karapatan ang aking asawa na pumili ng kanyang mapapangasawa at mapupunta siya sa bilangguan. At ang kanyang kalaguyo ay kemikal na mababawasan ng kakayahang magkaanak at magkakautang sa akin ng isang milyong dolyar para sa pinsalang emosyonal. Makatatanggap din ako ng gantimpala na sampung milyong dolyar.

Habang sinamahan ng aking asawa ang kanyang dalisay na pag-ibig sa isang pagsakay sa hot air balloon sa Turkey, ako'y lumuhod sa tabi ng mga bangkay ng aming anak at biyenan, umiiyak nang walang tigil. Nang bumalik ang dalisay na pag-ibig ng aking asawa sa Estados Unidos, siya'y pumasok at hindi sinasadyang ininom ang abo ng aking biyenan, akala niya'y milk tea ito. Ang aking asawa, na akala'y abo ng aming anak ito, ay nagalit sa akin: "Ano ngayon kung namatay ang ating anak! Bakit mo inilagay si Britta sa ganitong sitwasyon?" "Talaga nga, ang puso ng babae ang pinaka-makamandag!" Nang malaman ang katotohanan, ang aking asawa ay lumuhod sa harap ng publiko, sinampal ang sarili ng ilang dosena. Hawak ang leeg ng kanyang dalisay na pag-ibig, ang kanyang mukha'y baluktot sa galit: "Hayop ka, iluwa mo ang aking ina ngayon din!"

Sa food festival, itinulak ako ng unang pag-ibig ng aking asawa, na tatlong buwang buntis, sa isang kawang may kumukulong langis. Agad na napaso ang aking tiyan, tumutulo ang amniotic fluid at dumikit sa aking mga damit. Nagmadali ang aking asawa kasama ang isang doktor, ngunit ang una niyang ginawa ay maingat na gamutin ang mga gasgas sa kamay ng kanyang unang pag-ibig. "Nandiyan ka na naman sa mga gimik mo, ha? Sinusunog mo ang sarili mo para sa simpatiya, tapos isisisi mo kay Primrose?" Tumingin siya sa akin nang may malamig na pangungutya. "Gagawin mo talaga ang kahit ano para maalis siya, hindi ba?" Sa gayon, tahimik na inakay ng aking asawa ang kanyang unang pag-ibig para umalis. Sa akin naman, nawalan ako ng malay sa sahig ng kusina na may mantsa ng langis dahil sa malaking pagkawala ng dugo at sa matinding sakit ng mga paso. Nang muli kong imulat ang aking mga mata, nagkagulo sa kusina, at naramdaman ko ang isa pang malakas na tulak mula sa likuran.

Sinasabi ng lahat na si Dane, ang nangungunang explorer, ay mahal ako tulad ng kanyang sariling buhay, pinahahalagahan ako sa palad ng kanyang kamay. May tattoo siya ng pangalan ko sa kanyang singit, hindi pinapayagan ang ibang babae na lumapit. Nang narinig kong nasugatan siya sa isang malalayong lugar, isinugal ko ang aking buhay para tumakbo sa kanyang tabi. Ngunit nakita ko ang kanyang magandang assistant na si Aria, nakahiga sa ibabaw niya, ang kanyang dila ay sumusunod sa tattoo ng pangalan ko. Nasiraan ng puso at nadismaya, agad akong bumalik sa bahay at nakipag-ugnayan sa aking pangunahing doktor. "Pakiayos ang operasyon sa lalong madaling panahon." Nag-alinlangan ang doktor at nagtanong, "Ang pagkawala ng memorya na dulot ng electroconvulsive therapy ay maaaring hindi na maibalik. Sigurado ka ba?" Tumango ako nang mataimtim. Lahat ng alaala kay Dane - gusto kong mawala, bawat isa. "Miss Channing, nakatakda ang iyong operasyon sa 7 araw mula ngayon."

Matapos ilaan ang ilang taon sa pagtulong sa kumpanya na maghanda para sa initial public offering nito, handa na ang aking nobya na ihayag ang aming relasyon sa publiko. Malapit na niyang gawin ang anunsyo. Gayunpaman, bago pa niya magawa ito, inunahan siya ng kanyang mayabang na assistant, na noon pa man ay hindi na gusto ako. Kumpiyansang naglakad siya sa entablado, inilagay ang kanyang braso sa baywang niya, at ngumiti nang mapanghamon. "Akala ko nagkasundo tayo na maghihintay pa ng ilang taon? Hindi mo na ba mapigilan ang sarili mo?" pangungutya niya, ang boses ay puno ng sarkasmo. Hindi na nagpaliwanag ang aking nobya. Sa halip, inabot niya sa kanya ang isang dokumento—ang share transfer agreement—at idineklara sa audience na siya na ngayon ang pinakabagong stakeholder ng kumpanya. Nagulat ang buong silid, mabilis na kumalat ang mga bulong at usap-usapan. Ang assistant, na malinaw na nasisiyahan sa atensyon, ay idinirehe ang kanyang kayabangan sa akin, naghahagis ng mga subtle na insulto sa aking direksyon. At ang aking nobya? Hindi siya gumawa ng anumang pagsisikap para pigilan siya. Sa katunayan, ang kanyang boses ay malamig na yelo nang idagdag niya, "Malaki ang iyong naiambag sa kumpanya, ngunit ang kanyang mga kasanayan ang kailangan natin para sa mas masaganang hinaharap." Nanatili akong matatag, hindi nag-aalok ng anumang argumento. Sa halip, ngumiti ako, tumango, at magalang na ibinigay din ang aking natitirang mga shares sa assistant. "Tingnan natin," pagmumuni-muni ko sa aking sarili, "kung paano nila papatakbuhin ang kumpanyang ito nang wala ang pangunahing investor nito." Sa ganoong pag-iisip, umalis ako.

Ako ay apat na buwang buntis, ngunit ang unang pag-ibig ni Granger na si Scarlett ay sumigaw nang malakas at nagdulot ng isang avalanche. Gusto lang niya na makita ko na pinili ni Granger na iligtas siya sa harap ng avalanche. "Tawagan mo si Granger agad! Ikaw na duwag, hindi mo ba kayang aminin na mas mahal ako ni Granger." Ngunit hindi ko pinansin ang kanyang pang-aasar. Pinatay ko ang aking telepono, binalot ko ang aking sarili ng mahigpit sa aking mountaineering na damit para manatiling mainit, at tahimik na naghintay ng saklolo. Dahil alam ko na ililigtas ako ni Granger, at si Scarlett ay mamamatay. Sa araw ng aking panganganak, inilibing ako ni Granger at ang bata sa ilalim ng iceberg para kay Scarlett, at namatay sa lamig. "Kasalanan mo lahat dahil nagdulot ka ng avalanche! Kung hindi, si Scarlett ay hindi sana namatay. Ikaw at ang batang ito ang dapat magbayad para sa kamatayan ni Scarlett!" Ang sigaw ni Granger sa nakaraang buhay ay patuloy na tumataginting sa aking mga tainga. At bumalik ako sa araw ng avalanche.

Ang aking asawa ay isang tagadisenyo ng paputok. Mula sa hindi pagkakakilala hanggang sa katanyagan, nasa tabi niya ako nang mahigit isang dekada. Sa New Year's Eve, si Grace, bilang pangunahing tagadisenyo para sa Times Square fireworks extravaganza, ay nagbahagi ng kuwento sa likod ng palabas sa milyun-milyong tao. "Ang mga paputok ay panandalian lamang, ang kanilang kaningningan ay para lamang sa isang tao." Napupuno ng luha ang aking mga mata. Ngunit sa susunod na sandali, iniabot niya ang kanyang kamay, inaanyayahan ang isang tao mula sa audience na sumama sa kanya sa entablado. Ito si Garrison, ang kanyang unang pag-ibig, gaya ng nakasulat sa kanyang diary. Ipinahayag nila ang kanilang pag-ibig sa gitna ng maraming tao, tumatanggap ng mga pagpapala ng bansa sa ilalim ng nakasisilaw na mga ilaw. Tumawa ako nang mapait, napagtanto na ako ay isa lamang sumusuportang karakter sa romansang ito. Ngunit matapos akong umalis, Narinig ko na ang kilalang tagadisenyo ay nagpasinag ng buong lungsod ng mga paputok, lahat upang mahanap ang kanyang tanging pag-ibig.

Mahilig si Carter sa mga outdoor adventure. Habang nagsasaliksik ng isang hindi kilalang kuweba kasama ang mga kaibigan, siya ay na-trap sa loob dahil sa nakakalasong gas. Ayaw ni Carter na tumawag ako ng tulong mula sa labas, sinasabi na may isang hubad na babae sa loob ng kuweba at kailangan niyang protektahan ang kanyang privacy. Isinantabi ko ang aking concert na may milyun-milyong fans para iligtas siya nang mag-isa, nalalanghap ang mga nakakalasong usok na naging dahilan upang hindi na ako makapagsalita. Lumuhod si Carter at nag-propose, nangangakong poprotektahan at hindi ako iiwan habambuhay. Sa araw ng aming kasal, ang hubad na babae mula sa kuweba ay nakatayo sa tabi ko, hawak ang mikropono at tumatawa nang walang pakialam. Hinimas ni Carter ang aking ulo para aliwin ako, "Sweetheart, kailangan laging sabihin ng bride ang kanyang mga panata. Dahil hindi ka makapagsalita, hayaan mo siyang sabihin ang mga ito para sa iyo." Nakinig ako habang matamis nilang pinapalitan ang mga panata at ipinapahayag ang kanilang pagmamahal, pagkatapos ay bumaling ako at lumagda sa isang organ donation form. Pitong araw mula noon, ang aking katawan na puno ng lason ay ipapadala sa research institute ni Carter para sa dissection.

Betrayed by her own family and stripped of her identity by a cunning imposter, Như Nguyệt — the real heiress — was cast out, falsely accused, and died in prison, filled with rage and injustice. But now, she's reborn at fifteen. No longer the naive girl she once was, this time... she will take back everything — her name, her family, and make every person who wronged her pay. One by one. Step by step. No mercy

Underheaven was one step away from immortality. As one of the Twelve Godlyings, he stood at the peak of the cultivation world until betrayal shattered everything. Ambushed during his final ascension, he was struck down by his rival, Original Sin. But instead of dying, he tore his soul free and vanished through a mysterious crack. Now, he wakes up in a world he’s never seen, trapped in a weak body that isn’t his. His strength and his status, gone. What remains is a burning drive to reclaim everything he lost... and to rise even higher than before, his lust for immorality has only grown stronger. The heavens themselves may have wanted him dead. Underheaven isn’t done. Not yet.

This book is a man's endless journey driven by a desire for immortality. Flowery introductions don't mean much, what really matters is whether the story makes you happy or not. I hope you have a great time reading it!

A prince is born! A celebration? No. A death sentence. From Jecain Myxom’s first breath, his own people demanded his end, fearing the power of the Vantablack Myxote. But his parents saved him, fleeing the kingdom to give him a chance at life—or so the story goes. Raised in seclusion, he dreamed of becoming a hero, of ensuring no one else would suffer as he had. A noble path… if only fate cared for such things. The truth of his emergence, however, is far more complicated