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Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

This captivating novel is also adapted into a comic available on Webnovel. ---------------------------------- Cultivating inner strength with the Nine Yang Energy and training the body to an indestructible state, the Golden Back Nine Rings Saber sweeps across with a forty-yard long silver-blue blade energy. With force sinking into the dan tian, charging left and right, the Descending Dragon Palm bombards everything in sight. There's the Way of the Heart Demon Seed... Self-Forgetfulness... Sunflower True Power... Flying Dagger in the Void... Cassock Subdues Demons... Seven Forms of the Dragon... Palm of Buddha, War God Shattering! All are part of a riveting and blood-pumping journey in the world of martial arts! ... The mighty and robust Village Leader, Jiang Dali, sits quietly on his ornately carved pearwood chair, draped in a tiger skin coat over his bulging, strong muscles. His eyes are cold and tranquil as he surveils the newly recruited players sitting on both sides. Flattering praises from these players are incessant. 'Mighty Village Leader, invincible against swords and spears, an unmatched Iron Palm – please teach me your martial arts expertise!' 'Village Leader, can someone with sensitive skin practice the Iron Shirt technique?' 'Brother, spare the slick talk. The Village Leader is well-known for his ruthless and merciless nature.' A player, who had just resurrected at the City God Temple, makes a grimace, 'Ignorant at first, I didn’t grasp the hidden meaning in his words. The second time I listen, I'm already a soul under the knife. The Village Leader's word is law; asking the same question twice will get you sent on your way. I have no f**ks left to give.' In essence, this is all about a muscleman wielding a big saber, traversing through the thrilling and varied martial world without a female lead. A domineering and decisive tyrant, an Iron-Boss with player characters flowing like water....
Wandering Man · 114.7K Views

I Built an Inn at the End of the World

During a zombie outbreak, as the city falls, Qian Zhenzhen stumbles upon a dilapidated cottage during her escape and unexpectedly binds with a inn management system. Moss and ivy cover the outer walls, the rotting wooden door creaks, and crows screech on the rooftop. Looking at the bird droppings and crawling insects everywhere, Qian Zhenzhen is completely puzzled: ...this is a inn? [Business Preparation (1): Renovate the Inn] [Please gather the following items as soon as possible:] [Wood (0/10)] [Stone...] [Metal...] Qian Zhenzhen's eyes immediately catch the reward—[58 Sweet and Juicy Strawberries]. Tears of joy stream down her face as she rolls up her sleeves and gets straight to work! Add new rooms, beds, cabinets, tables and chairs... Harvest green onions, rice, sweet potatoes, carrots... Build defensive fortifications, resist zombie attacks... When those who have escaped with their lives, exhausted survivors arrive here, they'll discover that even in this apocalyptic world, there exists such a paradise-like base, with a vibrant garden full of flowers, well-stocked warehouses, and impenetrable defenses. For a reasonable payment, the people here will offer warm smiles and perfect accommodations, allowing them to enjoy rare moments of peace and tranquility. Welcome, Inn Manager. Here, you'll need to expand and decorate your rooms, recruit and train your staff, receive and serve wandering travelers... You can establish and plan farms, ranches, lumber yards, quarries... stockpile resources and become self-sufficient! Come create your own unique base and build a paradise that represents hope for humanity!
nhinhi26599 · 5.1K Views

Angelic Revival (Hiatus)

All the people in the world, tied together by the threads of fate. We as the human race have only one outcome; death. However, it isn't necessarily so simple, is it? For the past three hundred years, ever since a strange accident in Hokkaido, demons have plagued the Earth, and faith in God has fallen away; because while Hell's denizens run amok, feasting on the weak and the young, the angels stayed in Heaven, assuming they even exist, not lifting a finger to help the human race. Now, in modern times, many people are convinced that Heaven isn't a reality, that it never was. Tomoe is one of these non-believers; which is why he's absolutely confounded when he finds a girl who could not be anything but an angel, bleeding and bruised in his back yard. She demands that he doesn't call an ambulance, that he lace their fingers together... and that's when Tomoe's life changes, forever and irreversibly. Bound to this angel in inexplicable ways, he finds himself with new abilities, new responsibilities and new opportunities. With the angel who calls herself Aine on his side and parents nagging at him, high school senior Tomoe is about to begin navigating an entirely new and mostly secret world, struggling to do what he thinks is right and using the red threads that bind everybody together as a guide. Demons, angels, youkai, co-workers and annoying highschool kids... what the hell could go wrong? (I will be entirely honest right here; Tomoe and Aine are originally from the visual novel; Bokuten: Why I Became an Angel. It was so depressing that I haven't managed to finish it yet, and so I have completely adapted the characters, keeping their names and appearance but making them entirely separate characters. This will be to Bokuten as Fifty Shades of Gray is to Twilight, except Bokuten was already sex filled.)
Tunabun · 16.7K Views

The Villain Regressed and Still Didn't Change?!

In the Far future of earth, every country seemed to have traveled back in time to about the 1900's. While the actual years were in the 3020's, crime was more present than ever. Technology still had smart phones and such, however the people and government had reverted back in time, to the old ways that things were run. The cities were now run by gangs, all of them fighting over who gets to be top dog. And in the 22nd century, Scotland and the rest of the UK was overflowing with gangs and crime, the entire royal family had been killed 50 years before by the King of Crime and Boss of the worst criminal in history, Nereus Bastian. However, the king of crime would soon retire and leave his grand gang of criminals to his son, Lazlo Bastian and his second in Command, Sorin Bryndis. Years later the two formed the UK federation, a safe haven for criminals. They were only able to do so by taking countless lives, including the family of one of the dear protagonists of this story, Zayan Rhory, successor of the Rhory group, and they're youngest leader they've ever had. Having lost his family to the two men, he is led to what is thought of by the government and its people, Villainy. Lazlo paints Zayan as the greatest and most wanted Villain, in turn he also puts Sorin in charge of "taking care of him" as a "Hero." Thinking Sorin is trying to get in his way, he forms various plans to get rid if him and defeat him in every little fight they have, until they eventually take each other out. Zayan then wakes up to find that he's gotten a second chance to correct his mistakes and himself, but he instead does the exact opposite, and tries his luck again, using his most unexpected ideas. ====================== @_@ Get ready for this shit-show, i tried my best to think up the most stupidest ideas ever, so enjoy the stupidity, but also bit of romance~ #Comedy #BL #Dark-Romance #Villain #Romance #Revenge #Superpowers(?) #R-18
Winter_Skyzes · 2.4K Views

BOW DOWN TO THE MIGHTY ANCIENT FLUFF BALL? wow that name sucks

Suddenly, the yard around me seemed to fade, the sunlight dimming. In its place, a suffocating darkness closed in, the sound of chains rattling in the still air. Cold metal bit into my wrists, and I could feel the damp stone floor beneath me. I was back there again. The smell of damp stone and iron filled my lungs, the faint drip of water echoing in the distance. The darkness seemed to press in from all sides, suffocating, unrelenting. My body ached—each bone, each muscle screaming in silent protest—but the worst pain wasn't physical. It was the crushing weight of betrayal. "Still alive, little brother?" Jun Shen's voice slithered through the darkness, sickly sweet, as if we were merely playing some twisted game. Maybe it was, maybe that's what I am to him, a play toy."How resilient of you. But tell me, how long do you think that will last?" His footsteps echoed, slow and deliberate, and my breath caught in my throat. The chains that bound my wrists trembled as I shifted, trying in vain to lift my head. I couldn't see him, but I could feel him—his presence a dark, looming shadow that filled the place, leaving no room for hope. "You've always been the weak one, Xuan Jie," he said, squatting down so his face was level with mine. I could feel his breath against my ear, his voice dripping with mockery. "A disgrace to the family name. You can't even protect yourself, much less live up to our father's legacy." I clenched my fists, though the chains barely allowed movement. I wanted to fight back, to scream at him, but my body refused to obey. I was too weak, too fucking weak to fight ."bloody hell" I cursed weakly.The ache in my limbs was nothing compared to the cold that had settled in my heart—the realization that the person I had looked up to, the brother I had admired, had betrayed me in the cruelest way imaginable. "I trusted you," I whispered, my voice barely more than a rasp. The words felt fragile, like they would shatter under the weight of his disdain. I hated myself for falling so low, for being so weak, so stupid to the point I trusted to devil himself. Jun Shen chuckled, a sound that sent a chill down my spine. "Trust? How naive you are, little brother. Trust is a weakness. It blinds you, makes you soft. That's why you've always been a disappointment to Father. You're too weak to survive in this world." I knew it wasn't a lie, I let father down so many times but he still cared and protected me leading him to his own demise . His words were like daggers, each one aimed with precision at the parts of me that still tried to hope. My vision blurred, and I couldn't tell if it was from the pain or from the tears I refused to let fall. Jun Shen rose, his silhouette towering over me. "Look at you now. Pathetic." His voice turned cold, the mockery replaced by something darker, more dangerous. "You should have known better than to think I'd ever see you as my equal. You're nothing but a stain on this family's honor." I felt the weight of his boot pressing down on my chest, pinning me to the floor. My body screamed in agony, but the pain was drowned out by the anger that roared to life within me. My brother—my blood—had reduced me to this. I had trusted him, and he had taken everything from me. "You..." My voice cracked, barely audible, but the fury behind it was real. "You'll regret this." Jun Shen's grip tightened around the chains that bound me, and he yanked them hard, sending fresh waves of pain coursing through my body. His smile never wavered. "Oh, little brother," he said softly, his voice dripping with mock affection. "The only thing I regret is not doing this sooner." For a moment, all I could feel was the crushing weight of his betrayal, the cold bite of the chains, the suffocating darkness of the cell. But somewhere, deep beneath the pain, something else stirred—something fierce, something unbreakable. A spark. The memory shattered, leaving me gasping for breath,
fluffball · 8.2K Views

Eastern Martialist

Fog. The dense fog stretched across the sky. To the extent that even the best vision could only barely distinguish the scenery within a few feet. In such a place, not many would be willing to enter. All of people's fears stem from the unknown. A gust of wind rose. The wind, from some unknown source, stirred the thick white fog, gently advancing forward. The fog quietly parted, as if welcoming its master home. A path paved with white jade appeared before the eyes. Square white jade, all identical in size, piece by piece, extending straight into the depths of the white fog. ... ... Suddenly. An old and tattered boot landed on a piece of white jade. Followed by another. The boots belonged to a young man dressed in black. He stood on that piece of white jade for a long time. The wind had long passed his slender body and continued ahead, then oddly paused a few feet in front of him. The young man turned around. The fog behind him had already reassembled, obscuring the way he came. It seemed there was only the path forward. Understanding this truth, he no longer hesitated. The wind moved a bit forward. After about ten yards, a black broken sword appeared in his hand. Continuing forward for an unknown duration, the young man looked up and faintly saw that the road seemed to come to an end. At the end, there was something. As he approached, it became clear that the thing at the end was a crystal-clear... coffin. Engravings of some obscure and difficult-to-understand characters adorned the coffin, emitting an ancient aura... The wind ceased. The young man approached the coffin. Between heaven and earth, silence prevailed. There was an inexplicable force drawing him in. He leaned closer, looking inside through the crystal-clear coffin. Inside lay a young girl. The young man's gaze lingered on her face, but through the coffin, he could only vaguely discern her appearance. Just as the young man was about to look away, a sudden change occurred! The girl's eyes... opened! A pair of incredibly unique eyes appeared before the young man. In that moment, as if the coffin between the two vanished instantly, the young man clearly saw her eyes and what lay within them. It was... an incredibly bright, intensely burning sphere of fire!
Daoist1ZBcEj · 2.3K Views
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