grass beater

He Yuan had accidentally caused his own death. He had no idea he was even dead until he suddenly woke up on the hard floor of an empty room. What had killed him? Well... for future reference, it's a terrible idea to install a chandelier over your bed. As he tried to get his bearings right, a strange guy suddenly popped out of thin air and he was offered a job. The job offer granted him eternal life with the alternative being reincarnation. Most would hastily choose to be reincarnated so they can start a new life but not He Yuan. He was skeptical, why would anyone want reincarnation? Once you reincarnated 'you' cease to exist. He didn't care about what people said about starting afresh, gaining new memories and all that. All he knew was that once a person reincarnated, they get thrown into a different environment, different family, meet new people and in short became a different person entirely. What scared He Yuan the most was losing his own thoughts and hence, awareness of his current self and so, he chose to accept the job. What did the job entail? He carried out tasks given to him by people who were called 'leasers.' They were called this because they leased out their bodies to 'taskers' for a period of time to help set their crooked lives straight. What the leasers didn't know was that the taskers got into realms and helped them so they( taskers) could focus on their own main tasks which was world/realm balance. These realms had 'special ones' who siphoned the luck out of it. Luck was the binding force of these realms so without it, the realms would begin to break apart and deteriorate into unlivable hells. So in essence, leasers gave put their bodies and 'payment' in the form of soul energy, taskers helped out the leasers while balancing the realms and the realms become stable once more. Pretty straightforward right? Yes. But can someone tell He Yuan why these world was so full of hypocrites, Mary sue and Gary stu characters who thought it was excusable to do horrible things just because they were in love? He Yuan grit his teeth. If you want to be in love, then be in love, was there any need to use others as stepping stones?! He rolled up his sleeves and bounced forward. Just you wait as I teach you all a valuable lesson! #Gongmc UPDATES: Twice daily ORIGINAL STORY. Author here: Again, I can't design shit so I snatched the photo from pinterest, credits to the original artist. If the artist demands I take it down, I would do so without hesitation as I only have my lack of talent to blame.

Lacy was raised at a governmental school since the age of 9, now that she's 18, she is to be mated to an Alpha. The thing is, she already loves an Alpha, one whom she met on an online gaming platform.[Chs. 1 to 100] Aurora is a shy, timid young Omega but it would seem she caught the eye of a female Alpha on the basketball team. The thing is, that Alpha isn't the only Alpha that's interested in her. [Chs. 100 to 200]

In his previous life, he wrote a love letter to the school beauty and read it out in front of the whole class, but was rejected by the school beauty and became a joke to the whole class. When he was reborn in high school, Zhou Chen decided not to be a licking dog anymore and lost his loyal licking dog. The school beauty was anxious. No matter how hard she tried, Zhou Chen remained indifferent.

Jidenna stared at the harem villain's unconscious body under his feet and the 13 knocked out beauties scattered around him. He looked at the sky and sighed, "Can't I have a break" **** After being betrayed and killed by the one closest to him Jidenna, an ancient god woke up in a rental apartment with no memory of who he was. His only clue was the acceptance letter on his laptop to a university across the continent and the insight that accompanied him: he could know the use of an object with a touch. But before he could fully adjust to his new reality he was poisoned. Dragging himself from the gate of hades he went on a spree of revenge and afterwards set off to another land for schooling. Thinking to himself that the action was over but he began to notice strange things ever since he entered Pǔshì University His roommate wanted to siphon his luck. His seatmate was a trouble magnet and a harbinger of disaster. The random elderly man wanted to steal his girl and make her his 108th concubine. As if that wasn't enough action already the world ended gods and monsters tore open the sky bringing forth a new era of chaos. Bursting with anger, Jidenna rubbed them all in the sand and stuffed grass in their mouths. ——— Contact me on Instagram @Daoist_Starweaver

After ten years together, Santichai decided to leave Asnee. He moved to Chonburi and found a new job, and he finally forgot about Asnee. During his three-months dating trial relationship with KK, Asnee suddenly appeared in his life. The appearance of Asnee brought him back to those days he tried very hard to forget.

High in the Unreachable Mountains, Trill, a warrior trained by the Goatmen assassins, discovers his unique ability to control plants and fungi while mastering alchemy and swordsmanship. Haunted by a mysterious past and the medallion around his neck, his life is upended when Malgrin the Unbroken, a sorcerer bent on domination, invades his hidden village. As Malgrin enslaves the Goatmen and kills Trill’s mentor, Granny Gruff, Trill escapes, vowing vengeance. Descending the mountains for the first time, he embarks on a perilous journey to free his people, uncover his origins, and harness his powers against a rising tide of darkness.

"When he makes the uncommon common, it puppeteers their actions—while they still call it free will." ---- Caleb’s life was ruined by a butt, a camera, and a society pretending to care about the truth. Just when his world collapsed, an old lady smacked his skull and installed a system that rewards illogical justice. [Ding!] That sound marked the birth of the Common Sense Hijacker. ---- Caleb doesn’t use his power to beat just anybody. For him, kindness and evil should be picky. Like food—he only picks the ones that look truly tempting and satisfying to beat. He is—The Picky Beater!

Ye Yun transmigrated to a fantasy world. The first thing he noticed was that he was beneath a gigantic willow tree. It turned out that he had become a blade of grass! [You signed in at the willow tree and acquired the magnum opus of Chan Faction - The Refined Mystic Techniques.] Thankfully, the village he was in was peaceful. Ye Yun quietly signed in daily and nurtured himself. His only companion was the gigantic willow tree and a kid who always came to play under the tree. Days passed by and Ye Yun’s cultivation grew more and more profound. He witnessed the kid growing up. He occasionally guided the kid, so the latter called him Master. He also witnessed the willow tree grow more and more full of life. He would remove tree stumps for her regularly and pour out his heart in front of her. One day, the kid returned with severe injuries and told Ye Yun his dying wish. The willow tree also transformed into a goddess dressed in white robes. As she looked at the blade of green grass beneath her feet, she said, “We have kept each other company for so many years. We are like spiritual partners. Are you willing to follow me to wage war on the Immortal Realm?” Ye Yun, “...”

Leo was the best sniper of his country, famous for his infallible aim and 100 percent success on execution-missions. But he has only one relationship and this is with Lea (his Rifle), because of his past experience he kept his distance from humans and their discrimination for second genders. Nobody would guess that Leo was an Omega, he had a strong and tall build, an attractive, masculine face, no scent and no typical abilities like the other Omegas, so everyone took him for an regressive Alpha. Until the day Christopher Wollseif, a dominant Alpha, has been relocated to Leo's Unit. From the first day he was the most famous soldier in the barracks, but in reality Christopher was not as polite as the people thought. As soon as he was far enough away from his superiors, he mutated into a constantly cursing a**hole looking down on everyone. Leonard started hating him. But accidentally Leo was trapped in a desperate situation: the RUT of a dominant Alpha he hated deeply. This was the beginning of a twisted relationship: "You smell like..." It felt like he was inhaling him. "...like Lemon Grass, it's not sweet like those from other Omegas, but now I am sure that you are one of them..." - Leo was shocked and wanted to defend himself, but Chrisopher didn't end his sentence:" ...however your smell is better." "Let me go, you f*cking a**hole!"

The clock ticked past midnight, each second echoing like a hammer in the hollow silence of the apartment. Rain lashed against the windows, the storm outside mirroring the tempest brewing in Emily’s chest. She sat rigid on the couch, her fingers digging into the upholstery, eyes fixed on the door. David’s keys jingled in the lock, his laughter—warm and carefree—seeping through the wood before he did. He stumbled in, tie askew, the sharp tang of bourbon on his breath. But it wasn’t the alcohol that made her stomach churn. It was the cloying sweetness of jasmine perfume clinging to his collar—a scent that didn’t belong to her. “Where have you been?” Emily’s voice trembled, though she’d rehearsed the question a hundred times in her head. David froze, his smile dissolving. “Work ran late. You know how it is.” “Work ends at six, David. It’s *midnight*.” She stood, her legs unsteady. “And since when do you wear lipstick to the office?” His hand flew to the smudge of crimson on his white sleeve—a shade too bold, too *alive* for the muted tones of their marriage. His face hardened. “You’re imagining things.” “Am I?” She stepped closer, the jasmine scent now suffocating. “Or is it *Jane* from accounting? The one who ‘just needs your help’ every time I call?” His laugh was a cold blade. “You’re paranoid. Always picking fights—” “Paranoid?” Her voice cracked. “You haven’t touched me in months! You come home smelling like *her*, lying to my face—” “Enough!” He slammed his fist on the table, a vase rattling. “I’m tired of your nagging! What do you even do all day? Sit here and wait to accuse me?” The words struck deeper than any slap. Emily’s breath hitched. “I gave up my career for you. For *us*—” “Us?” He sneered. “There *is* no ‘us.’ Just you, digging through my things like a desperate—” She didn’t see his hand move. The crack of his palm against her cheek split the air, her head snapping sideways. She stumbled, clutching the wall as the taste of copper bloomed on her tongue. David loomed over her, his eyes wild, foreign. “You… you pushed me to this,” he hissed, grabbing his coat. “Clean yourself up. You’re pathetic.” The door slammed. Emily slid to the floor, tears mingling with the blood on her lip. Outside, thunder roared. But beneath the pain, a spark ignited—a flicker of defiance. Her gaze landed on the shattered vase, its jagged pieces glinting in the lamplight. *Pathetic.* The word echoed, twisting into a vow. She would rise. Not for him. Not for “us.” But to make him regret the day he underestimated the woman he’d reduced to ashes. -**Chapter One: The Scent of Betrayal (Continued)** The air hung thick with venom. David’s chest heaved, his earlier bravado fraying at the edges. Emily wiped her bleeding lip with the back of her hand, her eyes blazing. “You think Jane *wants* you?” she spat, her voice a razor. “Or does she just pity the man who needs to steal confidence from a bottle and affairs to feel alive?” David’s jaw twitched. “Shut up.” “Why? Because it’s true?” She laughed, cold and sharp. “You’re a cliché, David. A middle-aged fraud in a tailored suit. Even your *precious* promotion—did you earn it, or did you cry your way into it like you did when your father called you a disappointment?” He lunged forward, but she sidestepped, her words relentless. “Jane must be desperate. Or blind. Tell me, does she know you couldn’t even—” “I said *shut up*!” he roared, his composure crumbling. “Couldn’t even *what*?” she taunted, stepping closer. “Finish a sentence? A marriage? Or is that why you’re so bad in—” The slap exploded like a gunshot. Emily’s head whipped sideways, her body crumpling to the floor. The world blurred—a kaleidoscope of shattered glass and spinning shadows. Her cheek burned, but worse was the silence that followed, broken only by her shaky breaths.