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John lived a very trash life. Homeless, jobless, penyless and any other -less you can think of. And top it all off her drowned to death after the costal city he lived was flooded. To make it worse he died by drowning in waist-deep water because of not being able to get up due to high fever while sleep in sewers. After death an old man appeared in front of him and introduced himself as the god of creation of another world and apologized "Sorry it was our fault you had such a luck less life. We needed borrow some power from the gods of your world and not wanting to give thier own power they chose to steal all of your overpowered luck and turned it into power and gave it to us. " WHAAAT? OVERPOWERED LUCK? STOLEN? "But as an apology we will allow you to reincarnate in our world with one skill of your choice. " Or so he said but this is.................TOO MANY SKILLS PLZ GO TO "TOO MANY SKILLS" FOR FURTHER CHAPTERS...I WILL NOT BE POSTING CHAPTERS HERE....... ----------------------- English is not my first language so, sorry for all mistakes. This is my first book so, sorry if you don't like it.

[Remastered] A college student is reborn in a fantasy world that is fused with Magic and Cultivation. Myths, Legends, and Mythical Creatures all exist in the world of Zareth. Clans and Kingdoms filled with Harem Lords roam these lands which are inhabited by the most radiant Maidens and Goddesses of all races. But this world is a brutal and unforgiving one, in which only the strong thrive. Dragons, Spirit Beasts, and an ancient darkness lurk in the shadows. Will he rise up the ranks and become a Harem God? Conquer the Divine Lust. WARNING! Incest, Mind-Control, Hardcore, Hidden Tags [Tags]: Incest, Overpowered MC, System, Anti-Hero,Harem, , Monster Girls ,Demon Girls, Reincarnation, Gods, Goddess, Netori, Action, Kingdom Building, R-18, Extreme Gore, Harem, BSDM, NSFW, Dual Cultivation, Summoner, Mature, Sex, Dungeon ,Thrones,

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After a near-fatal fall, Donni discovers the existence of the "Nine Yards," a hidden world beneath the Earth, where he journeys to recover his stolen soul. Along the way, he forms a crew of individuals with dark pasts similar to his own, each with their own motivations and secrets. As they navigate this perilous underworld, they must confront not only monsters and rival factions but also the haunting truth about this world, their souls and destinies.

l mundo donde solíamos vivir cambió. Las pequeñas guerras, ataques terroristas a distintas partes del mundo se intensificaron con el pasar de los años hasta que en el verano del 2030 los del los alto rango se declararon la guerra total, la destrucción del planeta empezó. Todos los países están en guerras unos contra otros. La guerra afectaba cada pueblo, cuidad y país a su pasó haciendo que el dolor, miedo, la oscura y la muerte reinarán en cada rincón del planeta. Fueron años donde hubo mucho más delitos, por que los de la clase baja empezaron los crímenes, las matanzas, robos, abusos violaciones. Todo se había ido por el caño. En el otoño del años 2033, luego de tres años de guerra las naciones decidieron que la guerra debería acabar.. Cada país decidió acabar con ella pero no de la forma tradicional de rendición si no acabar con todo. Ellos tenían todo preparado para salvar la historia, animales y claro la vida humana que había aportado los recursos económicos. Todos los de clase alta tendría una vida lejos de la tierra una vida nueva en unos cruceros intergalácticos. Donde solo soldados y personas de tangos altos, clase económica estarían e incluyendo algunos que serían los trabajadores de esas clases. Dejando a los de clase baja en el área sin importarle quienes se quedaban. Damian North mejor conocida como Demon líder de la caravana pos apocalíptica Skull. Él había sido creado cuando el mundo había llegado a su fin. Sus primeros años de vida habían sido dentro de un laboratorio que aún operaba Era el único que sabía más allá y tenía una esperanza de que esa vida podía cambiar.

Theos did not consume out of malice, but out of perfect logic. They understood everything in the creation except the recursive hunger coded into their collective consciousness. Consuming creation was like a man with a phantom limb trying to scratch it with someone else's arm: a fleeting relief that only deepened the ache. It was a limb that had never existed in any possible geometry of reality, and the itch was the creation itself reminding them of the shape of the hole where it should have been. The Nexus Tree wasn't a thing to be seen. It was a mathematical and logistical impossibility. To observe it was to feel one's mind try to fold inside out. It offered the one thing Theos could not compute: the promise of an end to the hunger. It was the ultimate answer to a question they could not form. It broke their infinite wisdom not by being smarter, but by being absolutely irrational. Their civilization didn't shatter in war; it underwent a mass, logical suicide, converging into a single ravenous entity, the Amalgamation, to try and solve the unsolvable equation. Nulls was not their pinnacle. He was their heretic. He alone argued that the Hunger was not a problem to be solved, but a flaw in the premise of their being. His Engine was not a better tool for consumption. It was a scalpel designed to perform a cosmic lobotomy, to sever their entire race from the Hunger itself. He didn't want to win; he wanted to cure them. He failed. Facing an Amalgamation moments from grafting onto the Tree and becoming an unstoppable, creation-devouring abomination, Nulls had one final, heretical choice. He couldn't kill it. So he killed the battlefield. He triggered the Collapse. A hard reset of all existence. He awakens. Mortal. Shattered. On the soil of a young, loud, and painfully simple world. The air smells of rot and life. The sun is a dumb ball of fire. He is weak, fragile, and utterly alone. But he can still feel it. Echoes. The psychic scar tissue of the Collapse is infused into the fabric of this new creation. The Amalgamation is gone, but the potential for the Tree is not. It is a seed waiting in the void. And somewhere, a young species will one day look up at the stars and feel the first, familiar itch of an insatiable hunger. Nulls is no longer a god or a savior. He is the Gardener. And this time, he will not try to cure the disease. He will burn the entire garden to the ground before the first weed can sprout. He will become the monster he once destroyed, to ensure no one else ever gets the chance.

There will always be those who want more. More power, love, control, magic for whatever desires they seek. There are also those who wish to just understand what they already have. It could be argued that Conri is seeking knowledge and guidance for where to go from here. The rest of the Fae and magical word continues to progress forward and he begins to feel himself fall behind. A terrible breakup that left him conflicted. A looming threat from his past. A magical talent he doesn't understand. His world is becoming devoid of colors and sounds without any indication on how to stop it. In a world that shares arcane talents with all creatures, magicians, demons and the like he hopes for a clear answer. But most of all a chance to heal.

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!