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3000 years after his disappearance, Xue An had undergone cultivation and came back as an invincible fairy. But upon his return to Earth, he realised that he had a pair of twin daughters. “Papa, this dragon doesn’t taste good!” “Oh, this must be an ancestor-grade dragon that has lived for much too long. Its meat has become a little dry. Next time, we shall eat a young dragon within ten thousand years of age.” Some dragon that had existed since the beginning of the universe was lying on the floor, trembling and shivering. “Papa, between you and the other Immortal-emperor mannies, who is more powerful?” Xue An smiled. There was not a single soul that could withstand even just one blow from him. If there was! That would at most be two! “My dear daughters, I will make you girls the happiest princesses in this whole, wide world. No, in this whole universe! And it’s the two of you!”

With his eyes closed and opened again, Elias Carver found himself a miner in the depths beneath the Iron Overseers’ stronghold. Armed with a proficiency panel that could hone any skill known to the world, he carved his path through the twilight of the Valorian Empire—an age where warlords clashed for dominion and dark creatures stirred in the shadows.From the “Bronze Forged Frame” that tempered his body through the relentless strikes of mining, to the “Adamantine Bastion Scripture” that rendered him unbreakable; From the “Stormswift Stride” that granted him speed like the wind, to the “Phantom Glimmer” that let him dance through the air; From the “Lion’s Roar Barrage” that unleashed volleys of force from his voice, to the “Solar Raven Ascendancy” that scorched peaks and boiled rivers dry!He rose from the ashes of obscurity, his momentum unstoppable, until at last he stood peerless, gazing back on his journey. “At long last, I beheld the sun cleave the boundless heavens, and the pure river ripple under the wind for a thousand leagues.”

She beheld a halo, bright and white, One favored by heavens a bright light, But love, oh love that is shrewd, Lured her heart to solituted. No hand of his pushed her--she chose the dive, To trade the stars just to feel alive. She laughed, said "love is worth the fall." Not knowing it would cause her all. Quite amusingly so he never asked for her to bleed, Yet that feeling she couldnt get enough of; greed. Her tears like comments scarred the sky, But he just watched them set a blaze and die. A cracked halo, no feathers to her wings, She didnt expect love to feel like a sting. Her heart a pyre built in vain, Devoured by a love unnamed. Now hell claims what heaven lost; A ghost of her light, that was the cost. For angels fall.. not from the skies, But when their own love bleeds them dry.

“I, Lethia Ashcroft, accept your rejection, soon-to-be Clown Alpha of the Rotten Obsidian Pack, as my ungrateful mate. May your divorced life find its hellhole.” ***** Year 2666. Werewolves and their kin have long embraced civilization, seamlessly blending into the high-tech world alongside humans. It is the year Lykon Haven hosts its once-in-seven-year event to select a new leader—one who will govern the shifting dynamics of werewolf packs across the country. It is also the year Lethia Ashcroft faces the ultimate humiliation when her mate, her husband, rejects her because of the infidelity she never committed. It cost her the inheritance she and her late father had worked so hard for. When she tries to flee exile while pregnant, she is caught in an accident—one that leaves her possessed by a seductive spirit fox. The creature needs a vessel to ignite her beads and, in exchange, grants Lethia the power to protect her unborn child. But that untamed spirit entangles her with three dangerously irresistible Lycans from Lykon Haven—men who have severed themselves from the fated mate bond. A stoic, protective doctor. A brooding, dominant businessman. A charming, playful celebrity. All Lethia wants is to reclaim what was rightfully hers and live a peaceful and comfortable life, alone with her baby. And she must get it—no matter what. But the mischievous Moon Goddess seems to take great pleasure in twisting her fate. ***** Strong FL REVERSE HAREM Mature Content Dark Fantasy with a slight blend of Sci-Fi & Supernatural Elements, laced with dark humor and dry wit This book has many fresh twists about werewolf lore that you won't find anywhere ;)

"What do we have here... A colorful book cover, a weird title and a horny author: I'm sure that's something." By Drunk Man William. With great power comes great responsibility... But I don't wanna do anything unless I'm getting paid. Deep within the cofines of the darkness looming over the world, a man with grace prospered. A man who puts those brats in tights to shame. An unhinged f**cker who squats the entire police department like it was a regular Wednesday morning. A man named: Mighty Daniel (⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠) Want Chaos? that's my middle name! Want heart throbbing moments? Look for another book cause this one is full of awkward moments and dry jokes due to the author psychotic spree. (A/n: Hey!) But be warned. ONCE you step into the world, there's no turning back... So sit back, squash some mayonnaise on your palm and beat those meat like you just don't care cause CHAOS IS HERE!!!

His lips hovered near her ear, his voice a dark whisper against her skin. "You may fear me, little bride, but I will teach your body to crave me… to need me, until I am all you ever want." --- Belle was never meant to be the bride. But when her parents cried to her about how her beautiful sister could not be married to such a man, she was forced to take her sister’s place. To prevent war between the two worlds of humans and vampires, the kings decided to sign a peace treaty with a marriage, but the only man they could offer for this marriage was a vampire said to be mad and completely heartless. When they said heartless, they meant really heartless, but Belle, being a naive girl her whole life, had no idea what she was stepping into by agreeing to this marriage. At first, he appeared innocent, a man completely opposite to all the rumors around him, until she slowly began to realize every single thing said about the mad vampire was true, or perhaps even worse! He was a man who walked in the path of darkness. He knew no light and showed no mercy, even to those who were not his enemies. He had no heart to love, no emotions but dark ones to feel for anything or anyone. But all of a sudden, when he set his eyes on her, he decided he wanted to keep her, and Belle's naive world began to take a different turn because the mad vampire was hellbent on tainting her innocent soul. Expect "Now, can we forget this happened and enjoy the night?" He arched an amused brow at her, making Belle's heart drop to her stomach as she recalled the so-called wedding night. She hurriedly pulled away from him, her face flaming with embarrassment. From everything she had heard about this night, she was not ready to experience it with this man. The women whispering about it in Mr. Marchant's shop had said one would hate their husband's presence after it and be disgusted by the act. It was not an act meant for pleasure for any woman but torture. Now that she realized her husband would do the same with her, she swallowed hard and nervously clutched her dress. "I...I am not feeling well, My Lord, I—" "Rohan," he cut her off with a tone of amusement. "Use my name when you address me, sweetheart. You looked quite energetic when you tried to go after the ring for someone who isn't feeling well, but," he sighed softly, "I've always been a generous man. I won't let you stress yourself tonight." Belle began to sigh in relief and smile in her mind that he wouldn't push her for the wedding night ceremony. She was even about to part her lips and agree that he was indeed generous and even offer him a thank you when he continued to speak, causing the momentary relief to be replaced by dread. "I will pamper you tonight, and you won’t have to lift a hand. I will give you all the pleasure since you are feeling unwell. Take it as the first lesson in my plan to make you forget love and welcome lust." "...!" "Lie on the bed for me, Isa." Belle felt her throat go dry at that strict command. "I...I..." She began but could not find any words to say to make him spare her tonight. What had she got herself into? Belle thought as a pit seemed to form in her stomach, a deep, gnawing dread. "Do you need me to carry you to the bed, or would you rather walk there yourself?" Rohan questioned with dark mirth in his voice and eyes as he watched her like a hawk. He could tell she was nervous, but what to do? She had brought herself into his world. Belle began to walk slowly to the bed at a snail’s pace, as if delaying it would help prevent the dreadful act from happening tonight. She could feel him following closely behind her. When she reached the bed, she used her shaky hands to move the drapes aside and carefully sat at the edge of it, her hands folded nervously on her lap. She felt his piercing gaze on her, but she dared not look up at him. "Lie down," he ordered softly. MATURE CONTENT, NO RAPE!!

Yang Qing sighed as he gazed upon the black building that stood tall piercing the skies above with an inviolable aura around it. "The Order sure is black-hearted," he angrily thought as he made his way into the building begrudgingly. The building could be considered his home away from home and a source of endless grief for him due to its unforgiving working hours. The building housed the courtrooms of the Cultivation Order Society, an organization founded to maintain a semblance of order in the ruthless cultivation world of the southern continent who if left to their own devices would sink the whole continent to the ground. Due to how impetuous cultivators were, the cases never stopped. "Yi Jie, what do we have today?" "Two cultivators at the palace realm fought over a treasure and destroyed half of the territory of the blue deer kingdom in their fight, A rogue cultivator is suing the owner of the falling meteor blacksmith shop for selling him a faulty saber that keeps attracting lightning tribulations. A cultivator suffering from pill poisoning is blaming it on the white hilltop restaurant as he suspects they are feeding their spirit beasts pills to make them bigger and fatter. And the last case is 500 families are suing a cultivator by the name of Ren Fu for being negligent as a husband and a father whilst also pilfering their resources dry as he moves from place to place.," Awkward silence ensues........... Join me as we follow Yang Qing in his role as a judge in the Cultivation Order Society with cases and troubles that never seem to end. Fair warning the story has multiple POVs. Re-edited chapter (50/50) Second milestone (65/150) All support matters whether it's power stones, comments, reviews, golden tickets, subscriptions, or those who buy privilege chapters or even lurking readers..I welcome all your support in whatever format it comes in and I thank you for it, It really does mean a lot, especially to rookie authors like myself.

They say words cut deeper than knives. Jiang Yanxu never thought his own would come back to bleed him dry. "You look terrible. Why don’t you just disappear instead of being a nuisance to everyone?" Cold. Final. That’s how Jiang Yanxu ended things with his ex-wife—Yan An. Regret is a bitter pill, and it always comes too late. For nearly five years, Jiang Yanxu played the villain well: public affairs, sharp-edged humiliation, love dangled just out of reach. Yan An bore it all in silence—until he vanished from his world, leaving nothing behind but wreckage. But fate, cruel as ever, had one last trick to play. His empire crumbled. His pride shattered. His dignity stripped. And in the ruins of it all, Jiang Yanxu saw the face of the man he once believed was his salvation—the same man who now held the blade. Then came the twist he never saw coming: he woke up to a day that felt all too familiar. The day it all began. Was it punishment? A second chance? A cosmic joke? Jiang Yanxu doesn’t care. He only knows one thing—he won’t waste it this time. "Yan An, I was wrong. Come back to me." But some ghosts don't forgive easily. ---------------------------------------------------- UPDATE: March 31 (2 chapters) and April 17 (1 chapter). Start daily updates on May 1. Slow-burn. Seme protagonist.

Heat, drought, the desert everywhere exuding the smell of death. Under the eerie sunlight, a nearly dried-up puddle suddenly trembled violently, as if something was about to emerge, but in the end, it only released a string of bubbles. "What’s this? I’ve transmigrated!” “I’ve turned into a lake? No—a puddle!” “A puddle in the desert, about to dry up!” Oh……No……!

The Silverston Empire teeters on the edge of ruin. A foolish emperor and his reckless sons cling to power, while the nobility, consumed by greed and ambition, bleed the empire dry. The people live in crushing poverty, women are silenced by systemic oppression, and magic—once a source of wonder—has been branded as sin. The ancient dragons, symbols of balance and strength, are no more, leaving the land vulnerable and fractured. All hope rests on the Alcons, a forgotten bastion of power. Its guardians? Six princesses, dismissed as spoiled and unfit for anything beyond luxury. But beneath the silks and jewels lie secrets and strengths even they do not fully understand. In a world spiraling into darkness, can these unlikely heroines rise to reclaim their empire and restore the balance?

In a realm where immortality is a curse, survival is a war. Waled von Carstein, an undying lord bound by neither heaven nor hell, rules the shadowed citadel of Nachtspire with cold logic and an iron will. To the living, he is a monster; to his kin, he is the last hope. But when a betrayal shatters the fragile peace between vampires and mortals, Waled must forge alliances with the unlikeliest of allies: black-iron dwarves whose steam-powered war machines defy magic, and rogue high elves torn between loyalty to their corrupt queen and survival against a creeping Chaos. Yet the true enemy lies within. As Waled harvests fallen warriors to build his undead legion, he discovers a chilling truth: Eternal life demands eternal sacrifice. Every soul he resurrects erodes his humanity, and every drop of blood he takes binds him closer to the primal hunger he despises. Now, caught between the fanatical Holy Templars who brand him a devil and the scheming Eternal Queen Ariel who seeks to enslave his kind, Waled faces an impossible choice: Embrace the darkness to save his people, becoming the very tyrant the world fears? Sacrifice his throne to protect a humanity that will never accept him? But when an ancient evil awakens – one that devours both the living and the dead – Waled's war for survival becomes a battle for the soul of the world itself. "You call us parasites," he whispers to the dying paladin at his feet, "yet you bleed the earth dry for gold and glory. Who is the real monster here?"

HEED MY ADVICE, TO ALL WHO WILL LISTEN, THE FURY OF A WOMAN WHO LIVES ON REVENGE, EVEN IN THE FACE OF DEATH, IS A RECKONING THAT SPARES NO ONE. The Dukedom Heiress Luella Van-Rensselaer thought that by doing everything her family needed, she would have the beautiful and loving family she had always wanted. However, she ends up getting betrayed by her own twin sister and her fiancé. Having gotten fed up with her family and how badly they had put her through, Luella wishes for death, which her sister gives to her as she ends up dying in the hands of her sister and fiancé. Finally, finding the peace she had always wanted, she wakes up to when she was eighteen (18) years old as the funeral service of her father. And now filled with nothing but rage and memories of her past, she now aims to destroy the entire dukedom with its name. The Van-Rensselaer dukedom will end WITH her and BY her. ~+~ A MAN WHO LOVES HIS WOMAN WITH NO POWER OR WEALTH IS NOTHING BUT A DREAMER; BUT A MAN WHO LOVES HIS WOMAN WITH POWER AND WEALTH IS A PROTECTOR, WORTHY TO BE BY HER SIDE. And that was what Grand Duke Ozed Rhinelander was. A man who went to war for his woman, accumulated wealth for his woman, lives for his woman. And he would kill for his woman. When Luella decides to take revenge on her family, she goes to one person she fully trusts. ~+~ ~Fragment~ "Do you want this?" His voice was low, almost a growl, but there was a hint of something else beneath — something that made her heart skip a beat. She swallowed hard, her throat dry. The question hung in the air between them, heavy and tangible. "I… I don't know," She finally answered, her voice barely above a whisper. His lips curled into a smirk, a slow, dangerous smile that sent shivers down her spine. "Liar" he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through her. "You want this. You want me." She opened her mouth to protest, to deny it, but he didn't give her a chance. His hand shot out, gripping her chin roughly, forcing her to look up at him. "Do you want me to prove it?" He asked, his voice dripping with challenge. ~+~ Tags: #Revenge #Strongfemalelead, #norape, #reincarnation, #Fakeidentity, #EdwardianEra, #VampireRomance #Smut #Supernaturalpowers #magic #darkfantasy #long-distance pining (The main characters are aware of each other's feelings but can't be physically be together yet. IN THE BEGINNING CHAPTERS). ~+~ Cover is mine. DO NOT USE ____ @AR

What would you give for what your soul craves? Would you sever an arm to strike a knave? For but a drop upon your dry tongue, what would you trade? Otto, a hunter rotted in rave, Longs for joy, even with ashen chains collar his will. he is a slave … yet time will rust both chains and will..

“Great Saint, why did you follow that thieving baldy to rob the sacred mountain?” “Ah, it’s a long story. Back then, that thieving baldy grabbed my neck and asked me, ‘Are you coming with me to the Western Heaven, or should I send you to the Western Heaven...’” “What about you, Marshal Tianpeng?” “He said he was afraid of getting hungry on the way to the West, so he brought some dry rations along.” “...” This is a story filled with joy, scheming, and relentless teasing all the way through.

A lot seemed off about him, his hair color had changed from the usual dark brown to white. It was really confusing, early at school his hair was dark brown, so what happened between the few minutes they were apart. "Dean",Audrey hurried towards him but he raised his left hand up to stop her in her tracks. "Don't come any closer", he whispered underneath his breath, with all that his gaze was on the ground "But-", Audrey tried stepping forward. "Don't", he said raising his head to look at her directly,she could see his face clearly now. At school his iris held a little bit of color but right now,it had non. His eyes were so clear he looked blind. "Dean what's happening to you",Audrey cried in panic. She didn't know what was going on with Dean, what hurt her the most was he didn't want her next to him. How can she help him if she can't get close, but even with that she was still stubborn. Dean was at the far end of his room, bit by bit Audrey covered the gap."It's Time",Dean said trying to play down his emotion, but it could'nt be hidden. "What is Time?", Audrey asked confused walking to him slowly. "Dean you're scaring me". As she tried walking towards him, she felt as tho she was being pushed back, the closer the distance between them,the harder it was for her to come close. "Time for me to go-ah",Dean groan holding his side. “Dean!”, Audrey exclaimed, she increased her pace but the force was strong and the injury she had under her feet didn't make it any better. "He has come", he said letting out a dry cough. "Who has come?",Audrey asked. What is time?who has come?, she asked herself. "Mortem", Dean said with short of breath. . Life has never been good to Audrey, after loosing her parents at a tender age. she works extra and hard to make ends meet, she made a friend. Not long after he to was taken. luck hasn't always been on her side, will she pick herself up and keep pushing, or will she succumb to the bad luck holding her down. note: The cover isn't mine,it was gotten from Pinterest. so I give credit to the artist. Disclaimer: everything written here is based on pure imagination The schools, characters and places are not real

In the ethereal lands of Elnervale, where the winds had gone twisted through the woodland, Milena Ferlin lives a quiet and graceful life at the farm with her humbling Grand Aunt Dawn, and her curious little cousin Alena. The farm nestled by a short distance from the palace, providing food and supplies for the towering Duke Laurus de Vanstein -a man who values respect, perfection and equality. Milena's days are spent caring for the crops, devouring pages, caring for her little cousin Alena, and visiting the orphanage once a week. Life may be simple yet it was beautiful for Milena. Then the crisis suddenly went crawling in at the Ferlin Farm. Meat suddenly went dry, crops had withered, slowly decaying the farm faster than nature should allow. Until then, the duke himself sets foot in their farm to take care of the crisis -when suddenly he is fascinated by the captivating beauty of Milena which will soon become an obsession of the great duke. Then on, Milena slowly becomes closer to the palace due to the duke's commands, but in return - dark truths starts unravel making Milena confused to whether claim justice or to run away from the web of the duke's manipulation. This stories tells about a conflict of possession and genuine feelings whilst fighting for retribution of Elnervale's Legacy.

"Sorcerer Elite" follows Kai'len Imperia, in a world where medieval warfare collides with WW2-era sorcery, aspects, and supernatural forces. Tragedy looms in every corner, the enemy murmurs doubts into the faithful questioning what they believe in, is their faith that fragile? Do you believe everything you see, hear, and read? This is a tale of burning sacred texts, unspeakable horrors, and foreboding prophecies. When the unknown strikes, and mana runs dry, sometimes all that’s left is an old shotgun, a rusty knife and sheer will. Step into the world of Eschalon and follow Kai'len’s harrowing path to becoming a "Vereigh Vower"—the Bounded Ruler's Vow.

James was a hustler who'd succeeded in retiring early, only for the pandemic to ruin all of his plans. He spent two years locked up inside playing video games and watching movies, only to be spiritually abducted just as the situation started improving. Now his name is Jin and he's a part of the Illusion Room Sect. A cultivation sect that creates scenarios for combat-focused cultivators to hone their skills. In other words, fully immersive video games. Will the gaming knowledge of his past life help him succeed in such a cut-throat world? Will he manage to break his two-year pandemic induced dry-spell? And most importantly, will he ever manage to surpass the rank of cannon fodder?

[ Caution: High Heat Advisory ] “Harper, stop undressing me with your eyes. The plot isn’t going that way… YET.” Harper McKenzie, a newbie web novel author, has a problem — she struggles with romance scenes. As someone with almost nonexistent real-life experience in the matter, she can’t get the intimate chemistry right, and those chapters always come out dry and cringy. Fortunately for her, Harper finds a freelance editor willing to workshop her writing. But the surprise? That editor turns out to be her childhood friend and the very first crush of her life. What happens now when he offers her personal lessons on how to write the hottest romance … and love scenes? -------------- Note: this is a fun, cozy, sweet story with a low-drama plot. No love triangles, no misunderstandings, no memory loss / car accidents / terminal illnesses / etc.. Mature content abounds, starting out soft but heats up quickly. You’ve been warned! -------------- Sneak Peek: He slid her bra over her shoulders and, with impossibly quick and skilled work, tied the lacy garment around her wrists. “Spread your legs wider,” he ordered. Harper’s already faltering heartbeat faltered some more. The command in his tone was foreign, but it crashed over her like a heat wave, and even though she could barely begin to picture how salacious she must look, with her hands bound and thighs spread wide like an offering to be ravished, she could feel the scorching need coiling hotter and hotter in her core. Her body obeyed eagerly on its own accord, bringing herself fully open just like she was told. Eli grinned. Moving between her legs, he trailed hot kisses along her inner thigh, leaving sizzling little fires crackling in its wake. “Good girl. Now, what should your character say next?” A finger glided over her wet and wanting flesh in a slippery stroke, making her heart slam to a hard stop as a moan tore free. “Write the next line for me, what should I say before I unravel you with my tongue and make you scream my name?”

[Apocalypse x Food Hoarding x Sweet Romance x Female Zombie Protagonist x Super Alpha Male Lead] Torrential rain, typhoons, tsunamis, thunderstorms, geomagnetic disappearance, zombies, monsters, supernatural abilities, and more... Congratulations, you've unlocked the apocalypse storyline! The world is reshuffling, and your survival journey ahead depends on fate, luck, and your own abilities. - While others are still screaming in panic, Xu Duoduo, a survival fanatic, has already stocked up her food storage to the brim! From meat, eggs, and dairy to various canned foods and dry rations, from weapons to all kinds of tools. With her thousand-faced Rubik's Cube space at hand, all supplies are packed and ready to go! However—why did she, despite being fully prepared, turn into a babbling little zombie right from the start?!

The moonlight spilled through the canopy of the dark forest, casting an eerie glow on the man lounging against an ancient tree. Morris was impossibly handsome—too handsome to be real. His sharp jawline, framed by tousled black hair, was shadowed by the flicker of firelight in his golden eyes. He swirled a goblet of wine lazily in his hand, his lips curved into a devilish smirk. Elowen froze, captivated. He looked like a prince from a forbidden story, but something in the air warned her he was no mortal. “Lost, little lamb?” His voice was velvet, dark and smooth, wrapping around her like a spell. “I was...just—” she stammered, but he stood in one fluid motion, closing the distance between them. “Just wandering into my domain,” he interrupted, his tone teasing yet dangerous. “How bold of you.” His gaze raked over her, and her heart pounded under the weight of his attention. “You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured, stepping closer until she could feel the heat radiating from him. “Do you know who I am?” She shook her head, her throat dry. “I am Morris,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, seductive growl. “The devil. The one your kingdom fears, the one your priests curse. And now,” he leaned in, his golden eyes glowing like embers, “you’ve wandered straight into my hands.” The shadows around him seemed to ripple with his amusement as a smirk played on his lips. He extended a hand, his voice both a command and an invitation. “Come closer, Elowen. Let me show you what happens when innocence meets the devil.”

In the Ashen Reach, a cursed wasteland of black dunes and ember-storms, Torv “Ash” Kren runs alone, hauling glowing ember-shards in a battered sled. Once a raider, he quit when his crew torched innocence—now he trades magic fuel for water, machete chipped, coat patched, one job from death. An ember-storm cracks his sled—shards spill—when Lysa “Ember” Vey stumbles from the haze, half-dead, clutching a red-hot Core Ember worth a fortune or a grave. Lysa’s an ash-witch—bends shards into fire-blades, hunted by warlord Krax for a 10,000-shard bounty. She offers Torv 2,000 to run her to the Free Drift, rebel camp past the Dune Wall—or leave him dry in the sand. Torv’s gut says ditch her—warlord’s hounds close—but her ember buys time, and his Ash Runner Sense wakes: kills earn miles, power grows. They trek—raiders bleed, storms burn—Torv’s machete sings (+500 miles, Dune Dash), Lysa’s fire cuts deep. Krax’s dogs tear closer—ember-teeth glint—when the Core cracks, whispering: “Free me, claim all.” Truth hits: Lysa’s bounty’s fake—Krax wants the Core that cursed the Reach. Torv’s past crew died for it—he’s bound to the ash. Miles climb (Ash Veil, 1,000)—lungs scar, Lysa’s shard burns her grip. At the Dune Wall, Krax looms—Torv carves, Lysa flares—Core shatters, Reach shakes. Warlord falls—shards rain—but Torv’s ash-coated, Lysa’s bleeding. A new ember glows west—next run calls. Grind, fire, survival—will Torv and Lysa outrun the curse, or burn in it?

Born of a forbidden union, a god named Matrix found his destiny intertwined with the greatest war the realms had ever known. When the battle finally subsided, an unexpected burden fell upon him: the mantle of World King. He ruled with grim resolve, balancing order and sacrifice, his hands forever stained with the ichor of fallen gods. But even this hard-won peace was fragile. From the depths of Oblivion, a monstrous horde, imprisoned by his father's desperate act, clawed its way free, threatening to unravel all he had built. Against this encroaching darkness, Matrix stood defiant, but as a god without allies, his crusade seemed doomed from the start. Or so fate decreed. As defeat loomed, a hidden anomaly revealed itself: a tear in the fabric of time, offering a desperate escape through transmigration. Yet such power comes with a terrible price. How long can a god endure such trials? When will he succumb to despair, to the very darkness he seeks to vanquish? Will he shatter under the strain, becoming a harbinger of annihilation across the realms? Or might he, against all prophecy, find a spark of hope within the abyss and rise anew? * "Tell me what you saw," Matrix commanded, his voice edged with a desperate impatience. The Oracle chuckled, a dry, rustling sound that seemed to emanate from the very bones of the earth. A tremor ran through Se'mudara, prickling the skin on her arms. "I see dead people,"

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Senior Brother Lin, Senior Sister Liu is summoning you for dual cultivation yet again." Lin Fengmian felt tears welling up. Couldn't they give him just one day's respite? Since joining the Hehuan Sect, he'd been tilling the mountain soil day in and day out, working from dawn till dusk without rest. Not only was his cultivation not advancing by leaps and bounds, but his physical condition was deteriorating with each passing day. "This sect is truly unbearable!" he muttered through gritted teeth. "If I stay any longer, those soul-sucking demonesses will drain me dry before the next moon cycle!

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Beep Beep An unfamiliar mechanical sound wakes him up. The silvery orb appears under his almond-shaped eyes. His irish gleam in warm light streaming into the hospital room through the big window. "Ugh" The boy with a thin body, felt a little dizzy as he regain consciousness. His obsidian hair looks a bit messy after being unconscious for three months hospitality. But the one who'd just come out of the coma only felt it's only a split second after his heart stabbed by icy-cold sword. Wait, I'm still alive? As he began to realise that he was still alive, Yue Lian's hand reached to his left chest. Badump The sound of the heartbeat on his chest made him hard to believe. This is unbelievable! Yue Lian began to recall the moment he died. He still remembers vividly, how the sword pierced his heart. A mouthful of blood spurted out from his grayish-dry lips. Although the man face covered with blood and looks like a living corpse with pale bluish skin, but this cannot hide the remaining beauty on his face. It can be said that his face is soft, but not overly delicate, and at the same time exudes an unknown misty allure that would make even a god envious. As the crimson red sky emitting huge orange flame, Yue Lian looks up. His silver orb eyes tremble slightly looking at familliar face. After a moment of silence, he laughs out loud as if his heart had never been stabbed to begin with. "■■■" "■■■" He knew they had a conversation about something at that time, but he didn't know what was said. But even if he can't recall what was he said, he can still feel the deep of sadness in his chest. As if his heart was broken not by other party's sword, but by some unknown reason. Yue Lian tries to recall his memories, but they remain the same. It is as if a mysterious mist blocked half of his memories. And after his death, his soul was somehow trapped in Yue Mian's body. Yue Lian adjusts his thoughts, as he can roughly guess what happened in the past. In his previous life, Yue Lian was once a supreme God who managed the worlds with two other supreme gods. He is the God of Death, who controls the death of mortals, demons, cultivators, or even gods. Because of this power, he's made another god fear and envy him. After remembering his background in his previous life, he was sure that the one who killed him was one of the other two supreme god or even both. He still not sure if the two of supreme god join forces to killed him "Uhm, may I know who are you?" The middle-aged man trembled at his son's polite gesture, as if he was unfamiliar with them. "Don't joke around! I don't know what game you're playing, but I'm different from your father. I won't fall for your tricks, kid." "Father, please don't said that! Mian-mian already in coma for 3 months! How can it be fake?!" "You fool! This is not the first time this brat done this kind of ridiculous ploy" After the conversation between father and son, which was more of a debate, Yue Lian was sure that the original owner was a troublemaker who often played tricks on his family. But still, it's impossible for human personality to be that superficial, isn't it? Like a fire that cannot burn without smoke. Yue Lian still needs to investigate the reason why his soul didn't go to the reincarnation circle, but was sucked into Mian-mian's body instead.

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*"Yet again," Lui Feng thought to himself as the countdown to the new year began. Japan had shown him nothing but hell during his short stay. As a Chinese man living in Japan, he simply did not fit in. *10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1* *"Happy New Year!"* Celebrations erupted around him. People hugged, kissed, and indulged in all sorts of intimate interactions, leaving Lui Feng standing awkwardly in the middle of it all. He forced a fake, embarrassed smile. he was the only one without a partner. "Fuck this," he muttered, slipping away before the loneliness could set in any deeper. After what felt like an eternity of walking, he finally reached his home. For four years, he had lived in this building. The walls were subtly cracked around the edges, the decorations were outdated, and the roof barely shielded him from Japan’s unforgiving weather. He checked his phone and let out a dry chuckle. *"Not like I expected anyone to wish me a Happy New Year,"* he scoffed before hurling his cellphone across the room. But the instant it left his hand, regret hit him, and he rushed to retrieve it, he couldn’t afford a replacement in his current situation. With a tired sigh, he collapsed onto his bed, letting exhaustion and frustration pull him into sleep.