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¿Que le gustaría escuchar?... Cómo mi vida esta medida, la mía ha sido larga. Solo era un mexicano promedio que se gasto parte de su vida en siendo soltero; un adorador de la animación japonesa y sus mercancías. Un dia, mi vida recluida termina por mi muerte... creí que sería mi fin... pero... Ningún hombre puede saberlo todo, ni siquiera lo de su propio tiempo y la vida de la tierra empezó inmensurables años antes de la mía. En el día que se conoce como el año trece conejo, en el mes del dios ascendente del dios de la lluvia Tláloc. En una pequeña casa en la isla de Xaltocan, nací (renacido) con el conocimiento de un mundo moderno... Solo espero no morir en una época con tanta barbaridad y salvajismo.

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One day, the world begins to crumble due to an abnormality. To deal with that, researchers begin to set up a massive project to produce figures that could be dispatched to stop this abnormality. Young people began to gather from all over the world. They were chosen because they were deemed useless. Therefore, this project tragically went unnoticed. Only he survives the sacrifice of his comrades. Forced to face everything, he takes on a mission to "reset the world"

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I heard him roar like the beast that he truly is. His skin was turning into fur, his canes expanded, and his claws extended on both his hands and legs. His eyes turn pitch black. After some time, everything calmed down and I felt a soft breath on my face. By smelling the scent I know it's him in his human form. "You are my desire and my only hope to shed away this guilty birth of a werewolf." He grunted pushing me to the wall and holding my cheek tight between his fingers. Bending his head he traced a line with his tongue from the back of my ear to my jaw line and bit me on my neck. "I marked you as mine. Now no one is going to touch you." He made a deathly roar. I look at him in trepid and he whispers softly in my ears after kissing my cheek. "MY HEART CRAVES FOR YOU. MARRY ME, ALEXA SULLIVAN.

¿El más poderoso mago decide de ser el mas débil podra lograrlo?

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A Hooded Prxdigy project. Young prodigy Nyota Atar is plagued by a strange case of memory loss, leaving gaps in his past that he cannot explain. He serves as a spy for the oppressive martial regime of the District of Lunanova, a sprawling and authoritarian empire ruling the economically advanced continent of Saprius. As Nyota pieces his memories back together, he discovers unsettling truths about himself, his role in the regime, and the sinister mechanisms that keep it in power. With the help of a small but determined group of allies, Nyota must confront the regime's corruption and brutality, igniting the spark of rebellion and hope. Yet, as the fight for freedom escalates, a greater existential threat emerges, one that endangers not just Lunanova but the entire planet of Nora. Can Nyota rally his allies to inspire change, dismantle an oppressive empire, and face the looming peril that could destroy their world?

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!