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Collecting legendary antiques, retracing the mysterious martial arts. From the moment he activated his cheat, Casio knew that he was no longer ordinary. [Legendary Antiques: Wind Elephant Ivory Pendant] Seventy years ago, in the North Flow Country of the Hong Li Federation, at the Wind Elephant Gate Youth Training Camp. "Li Wei, you are a coward! On the day your sister was brutally murdered, you were trembling in a corner! On the night of the Sect Destruction War, you disgracefully fled! During the many long years of revenge, you missed the opportunity again and again! "Now let me teach you what bravery is, let me tell you how to turn suffering into your power. I hope at the moment you behead your enemy, you will remember: you are a man, an upright man!" The taboo era, hidden legends. A Foggy continent paralyzed by the sealed land. Countless brilliant antiquities wail in the ruins. I will witness your lost legends in the mist, the knights in the sky, the ghosts in the desert, the rats in the mud. The direction of sword fights points to the light, and flowers will grow where bullets fall. The winds of history will eventually sweep away the rubbish from the era's gravesite.

At the age of eleven, the youth Ye Xuan's soul traveled through time to the distant Mythical Era, becoming an Undying monster emerging from the Emperor's Burial Ground, influencing one era after another. Yet behind Ye Xuan, an invisible force manipulated everything. Struggling to take control of his fate, Ye Xuan exhausted all means, but just as he was on the brink of success, he was betrayed by his disciple and wife, causing his soul to slumber for ninety thousand years. When Ye Xuan awoke, he found himself back in his own body and had become the son-in-law of the Emperor Immortal Sect, treated by others as a fool. The story begins from here. Eternal Emperor Soul, returned overnight. From then on, an emperor rose as a son-in-law, ushering in an invincible myth that dominated through the ages! Simplified version: The foolish son-in-law, soul returned, rose in one morning, invincible through all ages. Show-off version: "I am invincible; do as you please." — Ye Xuan. Meme version: That year, my hands in my pockets, I knew no rivals.

In Kyto, there's an ancient king, the Hollow King that controls everyone like a puppet. Everyone except Lira. Lira, being a street rat, isn't affected by the Hollow Kings control. Now, based on a prophecy, Lira is forced to join a rebellion to stop the Hollow King, and free the people of Kyto.

``` —Sally, para cumplir su deseo original, entró al Mundo Bestial y se transformó en un pequeño ratón blanco, también vinculándose al Sistema de Descendencia. —[La Línea de Dragón ha pasado diez mil años sin sangre nueva.] —[¿Cuántos puntos por la Línea de Dragón?] —[¡Quinientos millones!] ```

A blizzard had raged for ten days, with temperatures plummeting to below minus fifty degrees Celsius. Yet, that wasn’t the most terrifying part. The impending disasters of rat plague, extreme heat, drought, acid rain, tornadoes, and other severe weather conditions would follow one after another, each one a veritable hell on earth. Gu Pan was reborn seven days before all these calamities began. At this time, her Space was still with her, her husband was still alive, and she needed to hoard resources like crazy. Food, clothing, shelter, transportation, medicine, weapons, electricity, and all other essentials of life—she had to stockpile enough for the next lifetime. What? The ‘friend’ who had betrayed them in the previous life was also reborn? And they had hoarded a warehouse full of supplies, even more than them? No more nonsense, just take it all into her Space. After the apocalypse began, she and her husband kicked off a spree of zero-cost acquisition. In this life, they would take revenge on their enemies and settle all scores. Those who had hurt them would be repaid double.

"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.

Estoy siendo cazada. Bueno, no exactamente yo. Alguien quiere poner sus manos sobre el genio detrás de Farmacéuticos A.M.K. Solo que no saben que soy yo. He descubierto una forma de negar el olor de cualquiera, cambiaformas o humano. Pensarías que no sería para tanto... los desodorantes prometen lo mismo, pero mi producto no es como esos. Mi producto hace a sus usuarios invisibles para los cambiaformas. No, no así. Pero los cambiaformas necesitan el olor más que casi cualquier otra cosa para identificar y encontrar a una persona. Sin olor, no pueden rastrear a su presa, ni oler a un enemigo acercándose por detrás. Originalmente lo creé para que mi padre adoptivo y yo pudiéramos evitar a la comunidad de cambiaformas. Nadie debía saber sobre ello. Hasta que un pajarito dijo algo que no debía a la persona equivocada. Ahora los humanos me persiguen y los cambiaformas quieren que esté muerta. Pero está bien. Eso no fue lo único que se me ocurrió. Y si soy tan silenciosa como un ratón, nadie me verá venir hasta que sea demasiado tarde. Esta será una novela RH, la FMC no tendrá que elegir. No MM Mira mis otras obras: Renacimiento en el Apocalipsis: A la tercera va la vencida (Libro 1 de la Serie Renacimiento) - Completado Luchar, huir o congelarse: La historia del Sanador (Libro 2 de la Serie Renacimiento) - En curso Naves de Star - Completado Bailando con Monstruos - En curso Parte de Tu Mundo - En curso (Libro 2 de la Serie Naves de Star) Discord: Sakura#6289 Instagram: @devil_besideyou666 ¡Mira mi canal de discord para el primer capítulo! https://discord.com/invite/yYtKzveE6T

``` —¿Alguna vez te has preguntado cómo sería despertar en un cuerpo que no es el tuyo? ¿Un cuerpo mucho, mucho más joven? —No puedo decir que yo haya pensado mucho en ello. Hasta que una noche, un paciente entró en las urgencias donde yo trabajaba y me disparó a quemarropa en la cabeza. —Sabes, si quería una segunda opinión, sólo tenía que pedirla. Pero eso es aparte del punto... —De alguna manera, terminé despertando en un hospital extraño con una mujer que se parecía sospechosamente a mi madre sujetando mi mano y llorando. Lleno de alegría al verla, me tomó unos minutos darme cuenta de que ya no era el doctor de 25 años, exitoso en uno de los hospitales más prestigiosos del mundo. No, era una niña de 6 años que por un momento... quería a su madre. —Cuando llega el apocalipsis, cada uno tiene que arreglárselas por sí mismo. Tengo tres opciones: ¿lucharé por lo que quiero? ¿Huiré y me esconderé, o me quedaré paralizado cuando los demonios de mi pasado regresen para atormentarme? —Puede que me conozcas como La Sanadora, pero esta es mi historia para contar. ------ —Lucha, Huida o Parálisis es la segunda novela de la serie Renacimiento en el Apocalipsis, esta vez protagonizada por La Sanadora: Wang Tian Mu y sus hombres. —No tendrás que leer la primera para poder entender esta, y no va a permanecer como una niña durante todo el libro. —Li Dai Lu y sus chicos aparecerán de vez en cuando, ¡pero esta es estrictamente la historia de Wang Tian Mu! —¡Espero que la disfrutes! —Otras novelas: —Renacimiento en el Apocalipsis: La Tercera es la Vencida (Completada) —Las Naves de Estrella (Completada) —Bailando con Monstruos (En curso) —Tan Silencioso Como Un Ratón (En curso) —Encuéntrame en Discord: —devilbesideyou666 (@Sakura#6289) ```

Reencarnado como Yamcha que fue un desperdicio en la historia original el siempre humillado en la etapa inicial y en Z convertido en meme pero el lo cambiara

Meet Chad: every woman’s already throwing themselves at him, but his heart beats for one—his 2D waifu! Bursting with lewd, perverted humor, cringe-worthy awkwardness, and a nonstop barrage of memes, fourth-wall breaks, and pop culture jabs, this outrageous tale proves real girls can’t compete.

In a city of steam and secrets, orphaned street rat Silas Ashborn is taken in by a mysterious noble family. Just as he begins to find a place among them, whispers of dark conspiracies and hidden agendas pull him into a web of lies. As he uncovers unsettling truths, Silas must navigate a world where trust is scarce, and betrayal lurks in every shadow. The closer he gets to the truth, the more he realizes that some secrets are better left buried.

Later that day, Fin was out on his usual scrap run. The safe zone’s edge was a mess of twisted metal and broken concrete, leftovers from when the first Gates opened. He lugged a heavy bag over his shoulder, his boots crunching on gravel. The air smelled like rust and something faintly sour—probably a dead rat or worse. “Yo, Fin! Hurry it up!” his boss, Greg, yelled from the truck parked a hundred yards away. Greg was a squat, sweaty guy who acted like he was king of the scrap heap. “We ain’t got all day!” “Yeah, yeah,” Fin muttered under his breath. He bent down to grab a jagged piece of rebar, his fingers brushing the cold metal. His power kicked in—useless as ever. He could feel every nick and dent in the steel, like it was whispering its boring life story to him. 'Wow, so thrilling,' he thought sarcastically. That’s when he heard it—a low, guttural growl. He froze. His head snapped up, eyes darting around. The safe zone wasn’t *supposed* to have monsters. That’s why it was called safe. But the sound came again, closer this time, from behind a pile of rubble. “Greg?” He called, his voice shaky. “You hear that?” No answer. The truck’s engine roared to life—Greg was bailing. “Fin, move your ass!” the man shouted before peeling out, dust kicking up behind him. “Seriously?!” Fin dropped the rebar and bolted. He wasn’t a runner, but fear made his legs move faster than he thought possible. The growling turned into a snarl, and he risked a glance back. Something big and scaly was charging after him—green skin, claws like kitchen knives, and a mouth full of teeth that didn’t fit right. A monster. A freaking monster.

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.

"I hate this world. I hate everyone. There's no justice for the weak," Once happy and carefree, Reign's life took a dark turn when he was kidnapped and undergone brutal experiments. These trials broke not only his physical body but also shattered his mind. In the end, his body couldn't withstand the ordeal, and he died like a pitiful lab rat. But death wasn't the end. He woke up in a new world as a corpse, armed with the Ultimate Mutation System. A system that enabled him to mutate and gain power in exchange for his own humanity. Determined to avoid being exploited again, he sets out to become a true powerhouse. He knew that being weak would only make him a target, especially now that he was a monster. "Kill or be killed." That was his only option.

Contratino by raging passionate, vows to exert revenge on his family that has made his life a living Hell from the time he could reason and to all those that would come in his way. At the same time he tries to discover the treasure left to him by his lovely mother. His half siblings are in a continuous pursuit of him. As big as the world is to a normal human being, to him it seemed like an Island. His family's Empire reaches almost to the heavens. They have eyes everywhere making it impossible to escape their wrath. Their vast expanse of wealth grants them super powers. They have the power that can will any country on Earth as a person could easily manage a small grocery store business. Nothing could hinder them from exterminating a rat like Contratino when their hands touch anything in existence on the surface of the Planet. His family twists the entire world against him. Fate plays it's trick by granting him a coincidental friend and co-conspirator to deliver his revenge. They gradually build up a relationship as a result of the harsh hardships of his ruthless family. The treasure becomes another vital piece of information to add extreme power to his revenge.

Lysandra, the last heir to the kingdom of Eldoria, has spent her life dreading her 21st birthday the day the royal curse takes hold. When the sun sets on her coming-of-age night, she begins to transform into a shadow beast, a fate long believed to be punishment from an ancient, forgotten god. The only way to break the curse is to complete an impossible trial: defeat the very god who cursed her bloodline. Forced to flee her own kingdom before she loses herself to the darkness, Lysandra crosses paths with a masked warrior, a mysterious rogue with a curse of his own. Cursed to turn into a rat, he hides his identity and past, yet seems to know more about the royal family’s curse than he lets on. Bound by their shared fate, they embark on a dangerous journey through enchanted forests, lost cities, and a forgotten temple where the god slumbers. But as Lysandra’s transformation worsens, she uncovers a devastating truth: the curse was never meant for her. Centuries ago, the first heir of her bloodline escaped their fate by transferring the curse onto their sibling, dooming every generation that followed. Now, Lysandra faces an impossible choice to undo the past and place the burden where it truly belongs, or embrace her destiny as the final heir and become the monster the world fears. With time running out and the forgotten god stirring, she must decide: will she fight fate, or rewrite it forever?

"Hahaha! A street rat like you needs to leave and learn his place. You can't afford a scrap of this store!" laughed Viscount Tern as Mark eyed a gilded sword in Rubenhold's market. But suddenly, the noble's vision began to blur as the so-called street rat pulls out a black card with a crown on it. "Valoria Bank Royal Card. Enough to buy your whole estate." Mark said coolly. The noble was shocked. "This can't be! Is that a Valoria Bank Royal Card? Reserved only for members of royalty and the wealthiest of the wealthy?!" The noble began to shudder in fright. "You-you can't have that card! You must have stolen it!" "Take a look then. See my name on the card? It's right there, written in gold." The noble fainted from shock upon seeing this, his butler lunging to catch him. Ding! Purchase approved! 14 Billion Gold withdrawn from account ending in x9304 at Valoria Bank. Thank you, esteemed VIP customer!

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(Note: - Read the auxiliary chapter first.) In a world where Beast Tamers command respect and wealth, Kai is nothing but a street rat, scraping by on the streets of Ashenford. Orphaned and despised by townsfolk, he's learned to expect nothing more than cold stares and cruel words. His life takes an unexpected turn when he stumbles across an injured beast deep in the wilderness. Kai nurses the creature, forming an unspoken bond that will alter his fate, and he begins to see the harsh realities of a world ruled by power, status, and secrets.

He crossed over to a new world where humans have magical power. They are called warriors. They use their power to kill the monsters that appear out of nowhere. Dragons, Dungeons, and Magic users are pretty common in this world. If you want to live in peace, you need to have that power. You can also become a powerful clearing dungeon. In this dangerous world, he has a system that can help him grow stronger. But he didn't want to be a high-profile warrior who attracts much powerhouse attention or become a lab rat. He wants to be Low-profile and grow strong using his system. ___________________________ [# Hey guys, check out my new novel: I am in a new world, playing an offline RPG game. ] [ # Guys, check out my new novel: Little Dungeon system .] ----------------------------------------------------- ------------------- Hey guys, this is my first novel. English is not my first language. I hope you all enjoy this and if you have any suggestions, please comment. -------------------------------------------------------- [https://discord.gg/C5kUjxVwMC My discord link. Join guys and if you have any suggestions, tell me.] You can also aslo support me in PayPal - https://www.paypal.me/SmallOtaku _________________________ # 50 Power stone = 1 extra chapter # 85 Power stone = 2 extra chapter # 20 Golden ticket = 1 extra chapter # 50 Golden ticket = 2 extra chapters

When the **System** assimilates Earth into a game-like reality, granting superhuman abilities to everyone, Jayden "Freak" Malone gets the most broken power of all—[Freak Mode]. "Rules? Stats? LOL. Do whatever you want." Now, the more unpredictable and absurd Jayden acts, the stronger he becomes. Punch a dragon? His fists gain anti-dragon properties. Insult a god? Temporary divine resistance. Eat a cursed sandwich? Poison immunity (and weird cravings). Armed with sheer chaos, Jayden trolls his way through dungeons, breaks quests, and turns epic battles into glitch-filled comedy shows. The System hates him, villains regret facing him, and his party members question their life choices. From taunting demon lords with a frying pan to accidentally becoming a meme-powered deity, Jayden’s journey is one insane exploit after another. Humor meets OP madness in this anti-System adventure where the only rule is— there are no rules. Note:- This is a deliberately absurd, nonsensical comedy logic, coherence, and the laws of reality have all taken a vacation. Proceed at your own risk." Note:- Chapter are going to be super short so don't complain.

Thrown into the world of magic and myriad races, those of myths and those unimaginable, Ryan finds himself grasping for all that he can just to succeed at the second chance at a life he always yearned for. All the while a prophecy unfolds, one that no seer could have foretold. An ancient promise to fulfilled, a sacred oath to be broken, and the supreme wager to be concluded. --- What to expect: ...what? You seriously expected me to tell you? Ha! What a joke, why would I spoil my own story for you? Go read the book and find out yourself, geez, man. --- A/N: What do you think is magic? To me, magic is anything that gives me awe. Something that can make me feel, no, make me forget that the world isn't all sunshine and rainbows. Magic to me is wherever my imagination takes me, sometimes a crypt, sometimes into the space, sometimes leave me stranded in a room full of rats... yeah, just kidding... or am I? In any case, I ask you now, you who are reading this... what does magic mean to you? --- Schedule: One everyday Discord: https://discord.gg/U8vKEGcYgD

Grief is an anchor, but the current pulls you forward anyway. Castin thought he had lost everything—until the night a talking rat arrived with an invitation. Drawn into the underground of Rat City, where rodents rule and the past is more than just a memory, Castin must navigate a kingdom built from the discarded and forgotten. But beneath the flickering lights and labyrinthine tunnels, something stirs. Secrets lurk in the shadows, old wounds refuse to heal, and a war is brewing between those who would protect the city and those who seek to control it. And Castin? He might be the key to it all.

Pixie, Siren, Dragon and a half human debut in an idol group Gachome, a unique first of its kind global group created to spread the message of love and unity among all races of mythical creatures and humans as they learn to put their differences aside and live in harmony after the Grand War. The story folllows the four girls: mainly Kaleith, a half human, Marya the charming pixie, Bahiyy a shy sirin, Nix the mysterious dragon, as they navigate through life and grow through their struggles as a group. But that's not all. Gachome was also created to raise spies who fight against evil forces which threaten to disrupt the peace of mankind and magical creatures in this New World.

Year 2177. Empyrean, the greatest VRMMO ever created, had long since changed the gaming world. One hundred floors stretched towards infinity, each a separate world teeming with nations, tribes, and countless races. Millions of players made this their second home, a realm where the sun rose and set, where seasons danced their eternal cycle, where life flowed like an endless river. The goal was simple yet impossible - find the key on each floor and ascend to the hundredth level. New players were meant to start their journey on one of the first three floors. But Kane Reed's fate was different. He stood alone on his floor, not yet comprehending the cruel joke destiny had played on him. It was only when he accepted the most basic of newbie quests - the eternal tradition of rat slaying - that he understood. [Current floors: 100]

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The Expanse, a being as old as time itself, roamed the vast universe. It's gaze pierced through the vast universe it has roamed ever since its birth. It continued it's journey until it noticed something that caught its attention. It's gaze now landed upon a specific world, one that was of larger size than those around it. . . . The kind looking boy was seen staring reverently at one of his family's old portraits that hung upon their walls. His eyes shined with luster. An oath was sworn that day, never to be broken. Ad Aeternae Virtutis. To Eternal Valor. The girl looked at the broken sword in her hand. She shook her head and closed her eyes, meditating. The sound of swords clashing reverberated across the fields soon after. The aspiring tinkerer winced as his invention got destroyed before his eyes. All that time spent toiling away, yet it was for naught. But he must prove them all wrong, he'll show them all what he can do, so that they won't dare to look at him with those eyes ever again. The pompous elf princess watched in awe as the moon shined and brought light to the quiet palace, the young servant stood close beside her, smiling. The unspoken promise was made, with the night sky as its witness. The boy with rat ears wook up in the woods. Realizing he had been abandoned, he cried. A voice called out to him for aid. The young ratkin wandered in search of the voice, seeking company. The demon watched on in despair at the massacre before him. He wondered if his kind would ever be free from this neverending cycle. Will the blood they shed ever wash away their past sins? The bored spirit can be found drifting along in the Forest of Tears. The spirit wandered in search of something interesting. It must first seek out a way to satiate its hunger before it may find its eternal rest. An angel can be seen washed ashore in a faraway island, unconscious. But what caught the being's eyes more was... . . . An unnamed boy could be seen roaming the streets of one of the many cities of Zwelbanneir. He would be the start of this grand journey, and the link between the stories that will unfold. He knows not much of the world around him, but soon he will be forced to understand and learn. He shall be the fated Lodestar. He is the one and only wielder of the 'Fool' Card, that which marks a new beginning not only for him, but for the world as well.

In a desperate bid to push the boundaries of evolution, a scientist injects experimental growth factors into lab rats. At first, it seems like just another failed experiment until the rats begin to change... The rats have become Smarter. Stronger. Organizing. Within a few years, they've built their own civilization, complete with rulers, slaves, and weapons. By 2050, they're using tools. By 2060, they have LASERS!!! Will humanity survive? Find out in Hyper- S Rats

Rat lives a life of violence and crime, his only companions are the other street urchins that share his misfortune. After being betrayed by those closest to him, his new life begins after waking up on his funeral Thumal.

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