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Hoo hoo hoo, the Director has fallen! (crying) Don't... don't rush to call an ambulance, just help me up first! After staying up late playing games, Fang Ye woke up to find himself transformed into the director of a rundown zoo, having a docile and perceptive Amur tiger, a ferocious and haughty silver fox, a gray wolf that enjoyed showing off its relationship... As the zoo developed, its array of charming animals began to attract visitors from all over the world. "Why do all the animals like me?" Faced with the curious questioning of children, Fang Ye looked up at a 45-degree angle into the sky, speaking in a tone that was deep and mysterious, "It all started on a breezy and sunny evening..." ... The new book "Planet Development Game" has been released!

Marcus was thrown into a whole new world as a creature named "Mimic," which possessed the power of metamorphosis, allowing him to transform into anything or anyone he kills. Thrown into an unknown world without so much as a warning, Marcus had faced death in his every step, slipping away from the grasp of fate by the skin of his teeth. With every transformation, he learned more about the world and himself, unveiling layers he never knew existed. He embarked on this unpredictable journey, wondering if he would ever find his way back home or if he was destined to remain a prisoner of this new world forever.

Waking up in the middle of a dream, a strange door appears in the house... Behind each door lies a different, unfamiliar world. In the nightmare world, Jiang Cheng exaggerated the news he got from the strong man and told it to the fat man. The latter was almost in tears as he listened, "If we die here, our entire family will bleed to death upside down?" "That's right." "Then why don't you seem that scared?" The fat man widened his eyes. Jiang Cheng turned his head and said in a very serious tone, "Because I'm an orphan." --- You can support me and read ahead at my Pa treon at Pa treon.com/CinderTL

“The Neon Falls” follows the story of seven young people with special abilities, who had a tragic and dark childhood, and due to certain events ended up in different orphanages. Later they were forcibly adopted by the WareNeon company, which introduced “Project Rainbow” to turn them into super soldiers, hence their special abilities. But an internal accident led to the destruction of almost the entire facility and the cancellation of the project. Ten years later, these young people, now teenagers, after surviving by hook or by crook, are determined to eradicate evil and injustice in Neonvale. As they discover their own memories, which were erased, of the place where they ceased to be normal people ===================================================== Theme, Tone, and World: · Theme: Fighting evil, self-discovery, friendship, and redemption. |---- · Tone: Dark, but with moments of hope and humor. |---- · World: Neonvale, a futuristic coastal city with sci-fi elements and an atmosphere full of neon lights and shadows. The entire city uses neon energy, which is provided by WareNeon. It is a place full of danger and corruption, where advanced technology coexists with significant social problems.

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself. Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans. *** He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. "So, you laugh?" His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. "Hades, I—" "But you only laugh at other men's jokes," he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. "Not your husband's." The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us. A nervous chuckle escaped me. "You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake." In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. "You can’t laugh at my jokes..." he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, "but you’ll come with my fingers." I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment. "I don’t need your laughter," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. "I’ll have every other part of you instead." **** Dark fantasy romance Morally Grey ML Angst Suspense ENEMIES to lovers Smut (like sprinkles on your ice cream)

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death. Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine. --- “I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached. He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here. “Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?" I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place. “What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze. --- A Dangerous Obsession Can she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction? A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation. --- LYCAN KING CASSIAN I will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones. Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce. And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave. She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.

Ichiro was a man who had to live through a tragic and awful life. After losing his wife, his only source of happiness, his despair only got worse until the day he died. To Ichiro's fortune, the Goddess of Life, Phelena, decided to send his soul into a new body in another world. His only condition was for the Goddess to send him far away from people. The goddess agreed, but she certainly had other plans for Ichiro's new life. A wholesome story about a man rekindling his love for living and encountering his lost wife in another world! [Story is written in 1st person with a casual tone] ------------------------------------------------------ If you want to see artwork of the novel, check out: caracasm.carrd.co Previously known as: Lost & Found: Rekindled Life

As their lips met, the world around them melted away, leaving only the gentle caress of their kiss. It was a slow, sweet burn, like the first tender flames of a winter fire. But just as she tried to pull away, he wrapped his arms around her, drawing her close with a gentle yet insistent pressure. His hands roamed over her back, sending shivers down her spine as he slowly peeled off her singlet. The ice block she had been holding slipped from her fingers, landing with a soft thud on her breast. The cold was a shock, making her gasp and try to pull away, but he held her fast, his lips never leaving hers. As the chill seeped into her skin, she tried to squirm free, but he was relentless, his hands slipping beneath her clothes to warm her chilled flesh. His fingers brushed against her skin, sending sparks flying through her veins like fireflies on a summer night. And yet, even as she tried to push him away, she couldn't help but feel drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. His touch was a slow, sweet torture, melting her resistance like ice in the spring sun. but then someone was behind the door of the room 'sucy are you here'

Having spent her childhood confined in chains, Alice was a child who knew neither love nor joy. Scorned by her family while being tortured in the name of the greater good for years, she grew numb to all feeling and thought. That is, until one day, a man in black offered her a chance to escape. There were once rumours widespread of an endless hell, a land of glorious death and dreadful opportunity. Fools went in search of it, and the clever never ventured into it. Only when its baleful mysteries spilled unto the earth did all hear its name — the Abyss. A single drop of its blood could give someone the power to control shadows, move faster than sound, or strength greater than the strongest man. Yet, it all came at a cost; the blood would always make sure those who consumed it became part of the Abyss, with one exception — Alice. Cast away by her own blood, it was her destiny to rot in a gilded cage. But, that fateful day changed everything. Gifted a second chance at life, a chance to turn her life around and claim vengeance against her family, a chance to dive deep into the Abyss and gain the power to govern her own fate, Alice took his hand, unaware of the destiny unfolding before her. Discord: https://discord.gg/vrdTSkj8Va Author Notes: This is my third book, going to take what I learned from before to improve. This book will be focusing on plot, action, depths of character bonds and overall a darker tone/take on this cruel fantasy world I've cooked up for this book! If you give this book a try, I hope you enjoy! A very different experience and tone to Nanomancer Reborn.

"Ahhhhh…this is the orcs tribe!!!! Abraham was shocked when Mary told him where he was now. " Ehhh…who is this….impossible!!!!.is this me!!!!!" With a loud voice Abraham shouted when he saw a green figure in the reflection of the river water. ###### " What !!! You gave your blood in the transformation potion!!!!" Ramon the leader of the Antilia orcs tribe's voice of disbelief was heard as he spoke to Juana the witch of their orcs tribe. " What can I do, because of the emergency I didn't think much, so only my blood was used" Juana replied with a slightly embarrassed tone but there was clearly no regret visible on her face. ###### " You let him stay near the outer area of ​​the tribe? Are you sure?" Ripley the captain of the Antilia orcs tribe knights asked Ramon. " Isn't that good, if he can survive just think of it as his destiny, but if not, then Juanan's problem will be solved right!" Ramon replied with a calculating tone. " But, what about Juana's response?" Ripley asked confused. "Don't worry, it's better to suffer in the beginning than to suffer longer in the future. Don't you know, the side effects of drinking this change potion, and Juana is our tribe's witch!! So she has to get a candidate from the tribe, not another!!!" Ramon replied with a determined tone. He couldn't possibly give anyone outside his tribe to marry, their witch because it was the same as allowing problems to be nurtured, and he didn't want that. ####### " Ehhh….what kind of house are you going to build Abraham?" Mary asked!! "It's a stilt house" Abraham replied with a smile. "Stilt house, what kind of house is that??" Wall asked Abraham. "I want to know too" Gros also responded. ##### " Come on…come on…you can do it Gros!!!! Abraham's enthusiastic shouts to Gros were heard. " Ahhhhhh...I failed" Gros replied with a helpless tone as he failed to lift the 1000 kg test stone with one hand. ##### "Are you sure Abraham can lift the stone?" Mary asked Wall and Gros. "I doubt it, Abraham can lift it" Wall answered in an uncertain tone "Abraham can definitely lift it, I believe in him" on the other hand Gros said with a different answer. ####### "Wow…..he's amazing!!!!!!!! "He did it!!!!! "This…this is unbelievable!!!! "Abraham….abraham...Abraham…..the sound of cheers echoed across the field, shouting Abraham's name….

To save her brother’s life, 18-year-old Anesha made the most selfless and life-altering decision—entering a contract marriage with Devansh Kapoor, the world’s wealthiest, most powerful, and enigmatic business tycoon. Bound by the terms of their agreement, she gave birth to his child, and their relationship ended as swiftly as the contract dictated. For two years, Anesha shared a home with Devansh, yet his face remained a mystery, always concealed behind a mask—a mask that hid more than his identity, shielding the secrets of his enigmatic world. After their divorce, their paths diverged, yet Anesha couldn’t forget him. To her, Devansh was an unsolved riddle—his piercing gaze hinting at untold anguish, his mask concealing truths she couldn’t fathom, and his aloof cruelty betraying a hidden tenderness. Will fate draw Anesha back into Devansh’s shadowed world? Can she unveil the secrets he has so carefully buried? Or will his cold, relentless passion destroy her fragile heart once more? A tale of love, sacrifice, and untold truths, where every revelation peels back another layer of mystery, and every twist deepens the fire of forbidden desire.

Meet Morticia Katz, the rebellious high school outcast with a notorious reputation and bubbling vendetta against the one person who makes her skin crawl: Maverick. Their toxic relationship is a ticking time bomb, fueled by a deep-seated loathing that's only matched by their polar opposite personalities and values. But when Morticia discovers she's truly being forced into a marriage with her arch-nemesis, her world is turned upside down. With her freedom and sanity on the line, she'll stop at nothing to escape this catastrophic fate. How far will she go to avoid a lifetime of misery with the one person she despises most?

---(Haitus)--- Zack is a nobody, until a tabloid mistakenly publishes a photo of him with rising star Kieran, claiming they’re dating. To control the damage, Kieran’s publicist suggests they fake the relationship, but pretending to be the boyfriend of someone this hot comes with unexpected challenges. From public dates to paparazzi scandals, their fake relationship heats up into something far more real—and sexual—than either expected. Characters: •Zack Williams• Age: 26 Height: 5’10” Hair: Blonde, slightly wavy, and always a little messy Eyes: Hazel with flecks of green Skin: Light olive complexion, prone to blushing easily (much to his annoyance) Distinguishing Features: A faint scar on his left eyebrow from a childhood accident. His expressive face—his emotions are written all over it, making him terrible at hiding how he feels. •Kieran Knight• Age: 28 Height: 6’2” Hair: Jet black, always perfectly styled, whether it’s in a tousled Eyes: Piercing gray with subtle blue undertones Skin: Fair, with a slight golden undertone that glows under the spotlight. Always impeccably groomed, with a faint five o’clock shadow that adds to his charm. Distinguishing Features: A small beauty mark just above his upper lip on the right side. A confident, teasing smile that makes people feel like they’re in on a secret.

My grandfather was a tattoo artist, but he tattooed evil things. Tattooing, an ancient technique, flows quietly through the ages. In ancient times it was called Ink, in the ancient literary language called NI, is with the ink of the needle into the bottom layer of the skin, so as to outline the pattern and words on the skin. In China, the tradition of tattooing flowers on the body for good luck and worship has been going on for 2,000 years. There is a kind of tattoos, with the mysterious Yin - related magic, is said to have the evil, transit, wealth, peach blossom, security and many other magical effects, the world is called the Tattoos of Gods and Ghosts. around the mysterious yin and yang tattoos, a period of thrilling, full of colorful stories began, which hidden secrets and taboos, will actually be hidden! Secrets and taboos, where will the protagonists lead ......

At 11:24 PM on August 31, the world changed forever. Without warning, millions of people turned into terrifying monsters known as the Fallen, grotesque beings with cracked skin and red eyes who devour the few remaining humans. Fifteen years later, humanity barely survives in shelters as the world is consumed by darkness. Zeck Rivers has learned to live with fear, but an unexpected discovery could change everything. Now, he must decide whether to keep running or face the horror and uncover the truth behind the end of the world. Run and pray... because the darkness does not forgive.

SEA OF TIME BY OMOGHENE MARY. Synopsis It all began from a shopping trip, a series of events changing her life forever. .... She tapped Hannah softly on her back and whispered, "everything will be fine." Saying this she dashed towards the door and ran out. ..... She didn't need anyone to tell her that she's been shot. ..... "Help me, please." She said with an almost inaudible tone and a pleading gaze...... .... He stared at his arm where she grasped tightly, a dim light flickered in his eyes. He looked at her," why should I help you?" He asked with a very cold tone that sent a chill down her spine........ ..... "She's here, is she not?" With a surprised look, "Don't tell me you're going to pick her as the one?" "Time would tell."...... ...... This was her new life. The raindrops fell noisily on the rooftop, Every drop crashing loudly, Forming a sharp contrast To the harmonious soothing melody it created The gusty wind blew harshly against her skin Leaving a lasting cold The gloomy sky recognizes her lonely heart The disturbing sea waves,Reflected her chaotic mind. Fate plays tricks on all of us....... A story of love, hate, revenge, family, loss, trust, perhaps redemption. Follow Casey on her journey as she sails the sea of time....

Hello, this is my first attempt at a novel and I have no clue if I’m going to continue writing this. I’m mostly doing this as a way to pass time before I start going to college so this will more than likely be dropped. I’ve never written a synopsis, so I’ll just recommend you read the prologue for this story. It’s only 800 words long and will set the theme/ tone for how I’m going to be writing. If you like it great, if not then you just wasted five minutes, sucks to be you. Thanks.

Innaya Kapoor, granddaughter of late Mr. Viraj Kapoor agrees to disagree with the concept of love. So obviously, marriage is off limit, driven by her own experiences of relationships. Worried for his granddaughter, Mr. Kapoor before passing away, chooses an alliance for her, she is unaware of. Six months past his demise, the chosen groom's arrival comes as a shock to clueless Innaya. Torn between her Grandpa's last wish and her own fears, Innaya decides to take a leap of faith after meeting her chosen husband. Innaya knows the scars of past she carries are enough to destroy her present if she gave in. She enters into her marital life, not prepared for having her husband to become her own vulnerary, ready with an armor of love for breaking down the walls of her past. The only thing she did not realize that everyone has their secrets and he had his own too. ____________________________________________ This story revolves around the mental health issue PTSD. NOTE - It may be an Indian story but there is nothing in it, that the non-Indian readers won't understand. So, my dear non-Indian readers, give it a try! If you would like to connect with me: Discord: Mukta (My Vulnerary Husband)#5392

With great power... COMES GREAT BI-... ehrm great responsiblity... 'this is a take on a dream i had a long time ago when i was struggeling with some stuff, but since then ive been fascinated by the idea.' roughly spoken its abt a kid getting great powers, but the only one who got them in a world of monsters, atleast for now... oh btw ive never written before and i do this for fun haha

Ahmet's laughter was like a slap in the face. "You think you're in a position to negotiate with me?" he sneered. "I don't think so, Asli. You'll do what I say, or suffer the consequences. Do you want more time to outsmart me? No.” She could play his game. She certainly could do that before she finally killed him. A mischievous grin formed on her lips. "What would you gain from sleeping with me?" she asked, trying to keep her tone neutral. "You're not exactly known for your romantic conquests. And we're rivals, not to mention the fact that our families would kill us if they found out." She paused, her eyes narrowing. "So, what's the real motive here? What could you possibly gain from this?" There was a pause on the other end of the line, and for a moment, Asli wondered if she had caught him off guard. But then, Ahmet's smooth voice came back, dripping with confidence. "I’m glad to know you are well-informed about my romantic conquests. Let's just say, Asli, that I have my reasons. And as for what I'd gain… well, that's for me to know and you to find out." His tone sent a shiver down her spine, and she knew she had to tread carefully. She wasn’t going to win this against him. “Show me what proof you have and I will give in to your demands.” With that, she hung up the call, feeling a small sense of satisfaction at being the one to end the conversation this time. She was the only woman in the male-dominated Mafia world. Did he think he could subdue her so easily?

[DROPPED] My name is [REDACTED]. I was just a normal, job-seeking guy who had just finished his undergraduate study and was hopeful of becoming a useful member of society. However, the job market in this current economy was quite harsh, and competition was at an all-time high. Thus... I remained unemployed for almost half a year. As usual, I was on a job hunting spree, hoping to finally find or land a job that would hire the poor me. However, fate had other plans for me... and I died, getting run over by a large truck. I thought I was dead, but... I soon woke up inside a test tube, surrounded by white-coated scientists in a dimly lit laboratory. I was confused, as I realized that my body, from head to toe, was covered with some sort of dark material that fit my skin quite tightly, as if I was wearing a skin-tight suit from a superhero comic. But... I wasn’t a superhero. “Good morning, Subject... No... Grunt No. 703.” I was just one of the supervillain's Grunts. [STATUS: DROPPED] Reason: - Trash writing in general - Pacing like a crippled snail - Overall a misaligned of what I had envisioned in my head

"I never knew you were such a cowardly man," she began, her tone sharp and biting, her chin raised in defiance. "Too weak to break the news to me yourself. How pathetic." "It isn't like that," Ezekiel protested, stepping closer. "I have my reasons." "Reasons?" she snapped, pulling her hands away as he tried to hold them. Her glare hardened, a look of disgust flashing across her face. "My lady," he began, his voice thick with longing as his green eyes searched hers for any trace of understanding. Tentatively, he lifted a hand toward her face, only to let it fall back to his side. "I thought you, of all people, would understand me. Hear me out. This is what is expected of me—what I must do to secure my title. I—" "How is that any of my concern?" she interrupted, her voice like a whip, cold and unforgiving. "Do you expect me to be swayed by your empty words? Your honeyed excuses? I won't be moved by this pathetic display." "Can you just listen to me?" he snapped, his voice hardening in frustration. "Listen to what?" she shot back, venom dripping from her tone. "Your pathetic moaning and excuses? You've made a mockery of me, Ezekiel. You humiliated me—used me as nothing more than a bauble to decorate your arm before discarding me like trash. You are pathetic." "Eris," he growled, his once affectionate green eyes now shadowed with an eerie red. "I am still Duke Loxley, and I will not tolerate this tone from you. Know your place." She flinched at the harshness of his words but held her ground. "Sienna is a necessity," he continued, stepping closer to her. "I have to marry her to secure my title, but my affection—my care—it remains with you. I love you, Eris." The confession hung heavily in the air, but she did not falter. Instead, she took a deliberate step back, curtsying with practiced grace. "Apologies, Your Grace," she said, her voice detached and cold. "This mere human seems to have forgotten her place and overstepped. I will ensure it never happens again." "Eris..." He reached for her, desperation seeping into his voice, but she pulled away, her movements deliberate and precise. "Please excuse me. I will be taking my leave," she said, turning on her heel and walking away without a second glance.

A old man, who's background is unknown, suddenly finds himself in a situation involving the supernatural after mysteriously gaining the power to talk to ghosts. MC appearance is the book cover, but imagine him with white hair, a white beard, a scar over his left eye, a diamond earring on his ear, old and has weathered skin

Dr. Srinivasan, a curious and dedicated doctor, stumbles upon a mysterious woman who fell from the sky. Her body appears nearly invincible, with skin like steel, and her blood shows extraordinary properties unlike any human's. Intrigued, Dr. Srinivasan secretly collects a sample and begins researching, discovering that her blood has unique regenerative abilities. As he delves deeper, he realizes she might not be entirely human, leading him into a mystery that could have far-reaching consequences.

Two lives. One collision. Anthony Pickins is perfection personified. Brilliant, successful, and adored by everyone around him, he seems to have it all. Yet behind his flawless exterior lies a deep emptiness-a suffocating boredom that makes every day feel like the last. Life is a game to him, but the stakes are low, and the thrill is gone. Anderson Rivera, on the other hand, is anything but perfect. Forced to juggle odd jobs for dangerous people to keep food on the table for his sister, he's constantly fighting just to survive. His life is messy, chaotic, and filled with impossible choices-yet he endures, his spirit burning with a quiet defiance. When their worlds unexpectedly collide, Anthony finds himself drawn to Anderson's raw, unpolished existence. What begins as curiosity soon becomes something darker, as Anthony begins to manipulate the only person who's ever made him feel alive. But Anderson isn't as easy to control as he appears. In a world of privilege and struggle, perfection and imperfection, the lines between enemy and ally begin to blur. Will Anthony break Anderson's spirit-or will Anderson tear down the walls Anthony has so carefully built around his own heart?

In the new era of Blue Star Martial Arts, Demons invaded, and humankind was embroiled in a bitter struggles. Chu Feng transmigrated and arrived on the scene. Armed with the ways of being an overachiever, all he wanted was to once again show the spirit of a die-hard corporate slave and carve out his own piece of the world! No sooner had he been reborn than he was smeared with demons all over his face, but no worries, his golden finger had arrived! He could draw upon the Life Force of slain Demons to transform into Attribute Points, becoming stronger with limitless additions! "What to do when there are no more Attribute Points available?" "Hey, look over there, a lone Demon…" "Sneak up from behind, grab its head, just twist like this! Hey, Attribute Points secured!" … "In this world, having great strength means having everything!" "In my life, with such heaven-defying Martial Arts Talent, do you think I can become a Martial God?" "The path to the Martial God has ended; it's become nothing but old legends? Ha, the path I walk will be the new path of the Martial God!" … This book is also known as "Demons, I Need You to Help Me Cultivate!" "So Easy to Learn, I Think This Move is Really Simple" "Run Fast, the people at the front are haunted" "This Man is More Demonic Than the Demons Themselves!"

Marisa never expected that she would bump into a wild party when she went for skin diving, let alone meeting an extremely handsome alien with whom she would fall in love and fight against the galaxy.

Roderic stepped forward, his expression a mix of irritation and wariness. "Lysandra's methods are unorthodox, but they're effective," he said, his tone clipped. "You'll find no one better at scouting or taking down a target." "I can see that," Alaric replied, his lips curling into a faint, smile. "Though I imagine her sharp tongue is just as deadly as her blade." Lysandra crossed her arms, her smirk returning despite the weight of the knights' stares. "You have no idea."