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Who is the Villain?

[If you are looking for a slow romance, you can give it a check if not, you'll be disappointed] Aera, a young 28-year-old was about to make her dream debut by opening her own floral shop that could be shipped in and around. Nevertheless, things didn't go as she planned. One would say that transmigrating to a book sound like a fantasy, however to Aera, it became a nightmare when she woke up in an unknown world even when she hasn't died yet. With an unexpected turnout, her life was hanging by a thin thread. Aera was presented with an option-either she goes back to her world with her memory erased or enter the other world, and comes back with the memory intact to have her revenge. Never did she expect of choosing the worst villain of all. A character in a book where she killed the Empress and her unborn child. Worst, the male lead was reborn time after time with his memory intact. His grudge still hung on torturing the villainess. Even more worst, the ML was a split image of her long-time crush. ----- "Do you hate me that much?" As soon as the question was raised, a table lamp flew past through the said person, smashing against the wall behind him. "More than enough to kill you right now." The female figure responded with nothing but hatred and disgust in her tone. Her jewel eyes that glow under the dark never left her gaze on the other male person who was sitting on her opposite. ----- The male lead wasn't the only one Aera had to put a guard on but even other characters when one after the other began to make an appearance. The more the flow gets out of the plot the more twisted it gets. Her only goal was to survive so she could go back home.  P.S:- English is not my first language and I am weak in grammar. I'll be happy to receive either a critics or feedback or comments...^-^ Please do give it a read till chapter 3 or above to get the clear picture.
Eternal_bunny · 141.3K Views

The Human Who Is Above All Races

— I welcome you, students of this academy, to the entrance ceremony. The echo of his voice reverberates throughout the auditorium and you can clearly hear what he is saying. Will this be the use of “magic”? — Today we mark the beginning of your paths. Before you are the gates that lead to an amazing world. This academy has a legacy written in the blood of those warriors who forged their swords with the fire of the dragons they slayed. Many of you know the stories: stories of heroes who slayed those creatures that soar the skies and walk the earth, stories of how they defended territories so that those who inhabited those lands could see a tomorrow. But what you have not been told is that here, in this compound, you cadets will be molded, trained, study and learn all that is necessary to defeat a dragon. Perhaps a few will forge a name for themselves to start their own legacy. — True power does not come from the beasts they will tame. The power you need is the power of will: the will to keep going, no matter what adversity you face, no matter how bleak the outlook may seem. Some of you will not make it to the end. This path is not for the weak. You will face your fears, fall to your weaknesses and succumb to the darkness. But if you persevere, if you allow the fire of your will to burn in your hearts, you will leave here not as mere warriors, but as guardians and true Arcanists! — Remember, you are not here by chance. Each of you has been blessed and has managed to awaken and manifest the powers of a dragon. — So, cadets, are you ready to embark on this journey, are you ready to be forged by the fire of Ares? Only time will tell. May the flame of Ares protect and illuminate you on your journey. Welcome to the cadet academy, Tracia! With that said, the large auditorium doors open, and a gust of wind enters. Then, the lights come on, illuminating the entire auditorium. Everyone stands up, including Seraphine. Not knowing why, I confusedly stand up as well. — Kalzar! -they all shout in unison.
Sherat · 6.6K Views

The Demon God is Reincarnated

Demon God… That was his nickname, the people in Heaven Divine feared him whether they were Mortals, Gods, Immortals even Devils were afraid of him. Upon hearing his name, everyone knew that only one thing would happen... Massacre. One day the Demon God cornered by his enemies died, thinking that this would be his end, somehow in the last second of his life he was able to understand the Dao that he always longed for, that always feared and made him paranoid with the enemies he killed... But who would have thought that in order to understand the Dao of reincarnation he had to die... Yan Shun... That was the name of his new body he reincarnated into, he was a prince who had his memories sealed and had all his meridians sealed so he couldn't cultivate. In the sect he was in he was treated like trash and everyone made fun of him. But who would have thought that overnight the trash would turn into a genius... Or rather a demonic genius thirsty for power, blood and revenge. ... The MC will kill a lot and will have no mercy on anyone, but he has feelings for his women, but in some cases he will emotionally manipulate them to take advantage of them in their fragile moment. He is a Demon God don't forget that. –––––––––––– - Tags: Villain MC | OP MC | Rape | Gore | Dual Cultivation | Virgins | Harem | Yandere | Incest | Milf | Loli | Pregnancy | Gender Change | Netori | No-Sex Toys | No-Futanari | No-Yuri | No-Netorare | Notes: English is not my language, I am translating everything with Google translate, I expect a lot of misspellings and errors. The cover does not belong to me, I found it on Google, if the owner wants me to remove the image, just say so and I will remove it immediately.
Dashlin_King · 157K Views

The Return Of The Lost God

In the ancient times, the God of Astral was once revered as the most powerful of all gods, commanding the limitless powers of the stars and the universe itself. But his unparalleled strength incited jealousy and fear among the other gods, who conspired against him. They stripped him of his followers, cast him out from the heavens, and erased his name from the annals of history. The once-mighty god was left to drift in the void, forgotten and betrayed, while the world moved on without him. Centuries passed, and the God of Astral became a mere whisper in the wind, a myth lost to time. Yet, in the present day, at the prestigious Academy of Magic and Sword, a student named Asterius is the only one who remembers him. Asterius is weak, bullied relentlessly by his peers for his lack of magical talent and swordsmanship. Day after day, he suffers in silence, his spirit crushed by the endless torment. With no hope left, he contemplates ending his life, feeling utterly alone. But just as the darkness begins to consume him, a voice calls out to Asterius—a voice filled with ancient power and sorrow. It is the voice of the God of Astral, who has been watching over him, recognizing the same loneliness and pain that once plagued him. The god sees in Asterius a kindred spirit, someone who has been betrayed and abandoned by the world, just as he was. In his final moments, as Asterius's life fades, the God of Astral offers him a choice: to let go of life, or to become something greater. With his last breath, Asterius accepts the god's offer, and the God of Astral transfers his soul into the dying student's body. Asterius dies peacefully, and the God of Astral is reborn. With his return, the God of Astral reclaims his powers, now inhabiting Asterius's body. He joins the Academy once more, but this time, he is no longer the weak and timid student he once was. Armed with knowledge of every magical element and sword technique, he embarks on a journey of revenge against those who wronged him, and to reclaim his rightful place as the most powerful god. However, the path of vengeance is fraught with danger, as the other gods sense his return and seek to destroy him once again. But this time, the God of Astral is determined to succeed, for he now knows the true cost of betrayal and the strength that lies within the pain of being forgotten.
LyricalInk · 3.5K Views
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