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Qingfeng was known as the Wolf King, a legendary mercenary that had mastered peerless martial arts and the sophisticated art of medicine. He originally wanted to just live a peaceful life, but his arranged wife, who is a CEO, thinks he is a loser and wants a divorce. The cold war between husband and wife began. Translated by: Noodletown - Turbo Turtle Division (We fast as fuc boooiiii) Current Release Speed Tier - Basic Turtle (2 chapters/day + mass release on Saturday), Release Speed Tier is upgradeable through Patreon

When I opened my eyes, I was inside a novel. [The Birth of a Hero]. [The Birth of a Hero] was a novel focused on the adventures of the main character, Choi Han, a high school boy who was transported to a different dimension from Earth, along with the birth of the numerous heroes of the continent. I became a part of that novel as the trash of the Count’s family, the family that oversaw the territory where the first village that Choi Han visits is located. The problem is that Choi Han becomes twisted after that village, and everyone in it, are destroyed by assassins. The bigger problem is the fact that this stupid trash who I’ve become doesn’t know about what happened in the village and messes with Choi Han, only to get beaten to a pulp. “…This is going to be a problem.” I feel like something serious has happened to me. But it was worth trying to make this my new life.

I was betrayed by my own companions. In the Black Tower, where I fought as my team’s shield, I was stabbed in the back in exchange for a legacy item. My journey ended in blood and disloyalty. But fate granted me the impossible. I woke up ten years in the past, six months before the launch of the game that changed the world. This time, I will not repeat my mistakes. I trained my body to exhaustion. I filled my notebooks with notes, revisited history, and prepared every detail. I am not just a returning player — I am a strategist with ten years of memories seared into me like iron and fire. And when the Tower demanded a choice, I did not hesitate. While everyone else chases easy glory, I bear the burden no one wants. I am the Tank. And this time… I will not stop until I win.

In the blazing finals of the Miyagi Prefecture Junior High tournament, the gym roars as Chidoriyama’s ace, Akira Tōru, takes the court. With silver hair catching the lights and a confident grin, he faces Kitagawa Daiichi—and their “King,” Tobio Kageyama. From the first serve, Akira’s elegant spikes and impenetrable “Holy Wall” blocks dismantle Kitagawa’s offense. Thud! Every block shakes the court, drawing gasps from the stands. In Karasuno’s section, Hinata Shōyō leans forward, eyes wide. “He’s amazing…” Daichi folds his arms, impressed. “That’s precision. And power.” Tanaka whistles. “He’s a demon up there.” Even Nishinoya, now a graduate, punches the air. “That’s my junior!” Desperate to break through, Kageyama sets lightning-fast balls, but his teammates can’t keep up. Frustration builds; Kitagawa’s rhythm shatters. The scoreboard climbs—25–18, 25–15. Chidoriyama claims victory, and Akira, sweat glistening, simply smiles as if it were just another day. Rumors swirl. A three-time national champion in junior high, courted by elite volleyball powerhouses, Akira shocks everyone by choosing Karasuno—not Shiratorizawa, not Aoba Johsai. Oikawa sulks in disbelief, while Karasuno’s veterans wonder what this prodigy will bring. When Akira steps into Karasuno’s gym for the first time, the atmosphere shifts. His playful jabs in practice hide a razor-sharp mind, picking apart defenses and reading opponents with ease. But when he turns serious, his presence is overwhelming, almost unbeatable. For Hinata, he’s both best friend and rival. For Kageyama, he’s the wall to climb. And for Karasuno, he may just be the spark to take them back to the top.

Human life is not merely a collection of present moments. Every feeling, every attraction, every decision stems from a much deeper order—a soul’s long journey, drifting, learning, and remembering across lifetimes and ages. For Avarka, the world has always been full of mysteries. She was taken in, loved, and taught, yet deep inside, she always felt destined for something greater. When she decides to leave for Rindanof, the city of angels, she does not yet realize that she must not only become a warrior but also uncover the deepest layers of her own existence. The journey, however, tests not only the body but also the soul. As she comes to understand the laws of the world more deeply, she realizes that every attraction, every love, and everything we cling to was once already a part of our soul. Are we truly guided by free will, or do the memories of our past lives lead us down a familiar yet forgotten path? Beyond the borders of the known world, between humans and angels, an invisible war rages—not just with weapons, but with emotions, faith, and awareness. Avarka faces a choice: to plunge into battle or to understand that the greatest war is not fought in the outside world, but within ourselves.

She is light, he is darkness—never meant to meet, yet fate weaved their paths in secret Pearl always thought life was filled with kindness, with people who meant well and souls pure at heart. But she was wrong. I was wrong. And it wasn’t until he walked into my life, all brown eyes and impossible arrogance, that I realized how wrong I truly was. You want to know why? Keep reading. But don’t say I didn’t warn you… the line between hate and something else? It’s thinner than you think

A New York lady architect associated with an international fashion company meets a younger man on a plane flying from Buenos Aires. Both are marked by the encounter but the immediate circumstances separate their paths until their memories induce them to date and meet in Gramercy Park. A succession of episodes in New York, Venice and Paris help consolidating their bond. A bittersweet romance that takes place in elegant and sophisticated places. You will read it with delight.

Algún lugar. Afuera de un edificio. Por la tarde. Con el tráfico algo abultado. En la acera. (In English next) Las personas pasaban y algunas se quedaban mirando atrás a una persona que también estaba caminando. *Murmullos* *Murmullos* Ese tipo parecía alguien de la nobleza, no era el "más" atractivo que existía pero si tenía bastante clase, un cuerpo delgado, cabello rubio bien peinado, corto hasta su nuca, ojos azules Índigos y una expresión muy aguda y despreocupada en su cara de escultura fina parecida al marfil. Se notaba de 18-20 años, pero desprendía un aura muy elegantemente adulta y sus ropas de trabajo de cuello blanco también lo eran. Llamaba mucho, aunque no tanto, la atención de ese lado de la acera, hasta que... "Yo..." Bajó la cabeza y nadie podía ver su expresión. "¡Quiero...!" Empezó a temblar y repentinamente tiró la maleta de su mano hacia el suelo con energía... "¡FOLLAAAAAAARRRRRRR!" "........." [Ding: Misión (Gritar su deseo más profundo del momento en público) Completada. - Recompensa 1: Técnica Antigua del Dragón Desvergonzado. - Recompensa 2: Abriendo Sistema de Viajes Vacacionales... - Abierto. *Felicidades* - Su primer Viaje Vacacional se realizará en tres horas. - Destino: Marvel, Deadpool, Cabina Telefónica.] Ésta será mi Tercera novela. La primera es: I am in Kuroinu? Link: https://m.webnovel.com/book/i-am-in-kuroinu-(por-longchinchin)_18107265006434905 Y la segunda es:I am in Summertime Saga? Link: https://m.webnovel.com/book/i-am-in-summertime-saga-(por-longchinchin)_18525094405011905 Actualización: Depende de mi estado de ánimo y mis ganas, de -3 a 3 capítulos por semana. No me pertenece Marvel, no me pertenece la imagen de portada, no me pertenece ningún otro personaje de cualquier otra historia que salga, no me pertenece los Animes y demás por si salen algunos, no me pertenece la historia de Marvel... ¡No me pertenece nada! ... Eso es todo. ******************** Somewhere. Outside of a building. In the afternoon. With somewhat bulky traffic. On the sidewalk. People passed by and some stared back at a person who was also walking. *Whispers* *Whispers* That guy looked like someone from the nobility, he was not the "most" attractive that existed but he was classy enough, a slim body, well-groomed blond hair, short to the nape of the neck, Indigo blue eyes and a very sharp and carefree expression on his face. of fine ivory-like sculpture. He looked 18-20 years old, but He gave off a very elegantly grown-up aura and his white-collar work clothes were too. It attracted a lot, though not so much, attention on that side of the sidewalk, until ... "I..." He lowered his head and no one could see his expression. "I want...!" He started shaking and suddenly he threw the suitcase from his hand towards the ground with energy ... "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" "........." [Ding: Mission (Shout out his deepest wish of the moment in public) Completed. - Reward 1: Ancient Technique of the Shameless Dragon. - Reward 2: Opening Vacation Travel System ... - Open. *Congratulations* - Your first Vacation Trip will take place in three hours. - Destination: Marvel, Deadpool, Telephone Booth.] This will be my third novel. The first is: I am in Kuroinu? Link: https://m.webnovel.com/book/i-am-in-kuroinu-(por-longchinchin)_18107265006434905 And the second is: I am in Summertime Saga? Link: https://m.webnovel.com/book/i-am-in-summertime-saga-(por-longchinchin)_18525094405011905 Update: It depends on my mood and my desire, from -3 to 3 chapters per week. Marvel does not belong to me, I do not own the image of cover, I do not own any other character from any other story that comes out, I do not own the Animes and others in case some come out, the Marvel story does not belong to me ... Nothing belongs to me! ... That is all.

Welcome to Elegant Desperation; Beginning in the 21st century 16-year-old Joyce was gifted an ancient book, from her late father. "The Rites of Guardians" has been in their family for generations. Joyce was worthy of something greater than she knew; the protection of modern-day society from the magic wielding members of Imperial China. A duty her father had intended on passing down to her. The book itself teems with the lives of the past Xian family Guardians; ready to aid the newest member. This book has challenged Joyce to endure palace intrigue and strategically survive the inner court. By succeeding only then will Joyce be able to prove herself as the right choice to be the new Xian family guardian. Set in the era of the Tang Dynasty, she becomes the infamous Yang Yuhuan. This is the historical fiction of how she rose through the ranks and how her forbidden romance began and came to an end. And so I welcome you to the ancient world; all is fair in love and war.. right? K.V. -------------------------------------------------------------------- This is a tale of both historical fact and fantastical creation. Researched is constantly completed to be as respectful and accurate as I can, as a foreigner inspired by the beauty and splendor of the Tang Dynasty.

The Elegant Bullet When a disillusioned writer chooses an elegant death — a single bullet, clean and poetic — she believes she has found her ending. But death, as it turns out, is only a doorway. She awakens inside the very world she once wrote — a world that was never pure fiction, but a fragmented reflection of her own life disguised as a novel. There, she finds herself reborn not as the heroine she once pitied, but as the story’s new villain — a cold, calculating woman hunting down the fragile girl who bears her former name, her past weakness, her forgotten pain. In this strange afterlife of ink and memory, the boundaries between author and creation collapse. Each page becomes a battlefield where she must confront the self she abandoned — the timid soul she once buried beneath words. But as she hunts her former self, she begins to realize: perhaps the true enemy has never been the girl she wrote… but the writer she became. The Elegant Bullet is a haunting meditation on identity, guilt, and artistic rebirth — where death is not the end of the story, but the moment it finally begins.