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En la conferencia de prensa, los reporteros bombardearon a Chen Xing con preguntas. "¿Puede explicar cómo alguien tan joven como usted se llevó el campeonato? Escuchamos acusaciones de otros concursantes de que ha estado haciendo trampa. ¿Es eso cierto?" Chen Xing apartó el micrófono que le empujaban contra la nariz, su rostro lleno de molestia. "¡Quiero declarar de nuevo muy seriamente que no he hecho trampa!" Al terminar sus palabras, Chen Xing agitó su mano y convocó a un behemot que oscureció el cielo, luego saltó sobre su lomo. "Maldita sea, ya no puedo soportar esto. ¿Solo porque los crié bien, dicen que hice trampa? ¿Mi cocodrilo se comió accidentalmente a un demonio, y eso es hacer trampa?"

En un mundo donde la magia lo es todo, Victor renace en el cuerpo de un joven sin una gota de poder. Rechazado por su propia familia y condenado al exilio, solo le quedan dos cosas: su voluntad de sobrevivir... y un par de pistolas legendarias que no deberían existir. En las sombras de un Tokio mágico y corrupto, Kael enfrentará a clanes, monstruos y hechiceros, mientras desentierra los secretos de su nueva vida. Pero algo dentro de él sigue latiendo como un recuerdo olvidado… ¿Puede un asesino sin magia cambiar el destino con fuego y acero?

You think you know how this story goes. Some pathetic loser from Earth gets hit by a truck and reborn as a glorious hero in a fantasy world. Blessed with an all-powerful system, a harem of beautiful, adoring women, and a future paved with easy victories and triumphant battles. That’s what I was promised. A cosmic redo, a chance to shed my pathetic skin as a cynical, basement-dwelling hater and finally live a life of consequence. Only… the script was flipped. The so-called "goddesses" were laughing, and the "destiny" they handed me was a sick joke. The power I received wasn't for fighting dragons; it was for something far more interesting. My path wasn't paved with gold—it was littered with the shattered remains of my own foolish optimism. The people I was meant to save became my betrayers. My allies were my first enemies. And the world I thought I could conquer became a relentless, mind-breaking grind set to hell mode. It’s funny, isn't it? When you're a professional hater, you think you've seen the worst of humanity. This world showed me I was just an amateur. My greatest weapon isn't a legendary sword or a fire-spitting spell. It's a collection. A Pokédex of souls I've captured. I don't catch monsters; I capture people. Not their bodies, but their very will. There's a moment in everyone's life—a moment of ultimate despair, a crushing betrayal, a total loss of purpose—when their spirit shatters. I learned to recognize that moment. I learned to harvest it. These aren’t mindless servants. They are broken, remade, and eternally loyal to me. They possess all their skills and memories, but their core motivation is now just to serve my will. They are my ultimate pawns, and their loyalty is not a gift; it's a consequence of their suffering. Some call me a monster. I just call it a different kind of grind. I'm not the only one playing this game. I've found others—fellow misanthropes, each with their own unique brand of villainy. We meet in lavish, hidden dens, surrounded by wealth we've stolen from the foolish and the weak. We scheme, we lie, and we laugh at the stupidity of this world. We are a gathering of villains, but we don't even trust each other. Everyone here has a secret. But there is one person in this world who stands out. A paragon of justice. The handsome, charismatic hero with a tragic backstory and unwavering resolve. He’s everything I was promised. He’s the chosen one with the absurdly powerful "Friendship" ability, and he's my nemesis. He’s a flawless archetype. Too perfect, if you ask me. This isn’t a battle between good and evil. It’s a fight for the narrative. The hero believes he is the protagonist, destined to save this world. He's so sure of it. But I'm the one writing the story. The only way to win a rigged game is to become the game master. This is my second life, and I'm not playing by their rules. I'm making my own. You think you know how this ends? You don't. And I'm inviting you to find out Group https://www.reddit.com/r/chaosandcanon/s/F9XXA5C61F-reddit https://t.me/+7YlPJOIsHOU3MDI8 -telegram

Un joven, en un mundo donde los talentos lo son todo acaba desesperado por no obtener el suyo. Invadido por la desesperación intenta hacer un trato con el demonio, si embargo, lo que no esperaba era que fallara y terminara cayendo en el infierno

Para Resumir Este Es Un Blog De Notas Donde Dejó Varias De Mis Ideas Y Inspiraciones Porque Hay Demasiadas Además Ya Me Da Flojera Escribir Una Historia De Nuevo.

La verdad que ser el hijo menor de Michael no fue lo peor que pudo pasar, ah, también este molesto menu en mi vista, pero mi cerebro ya lo puede ignorar fácilmente como una nariz Al nacer literalmente en GTA 5 me nombraron Enzo, Enzo de santa Asi que básicamente puedo forgar mi propia historia aquí en los santos.... O ver como va con mi presencia en la historia original, que va, ahí veré

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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!