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I started off as nothing, just a mass of consciousness that slowly evolved. Just your average overpowered existence hungry for a multiverse adventure. Demons? They are my friends. Monsters? They are delicacies. Heroes? Not even equal to the dirt on my boots. Royalty? Money Machi- Ahem, a pleasure doing business. Immortals and Gods? Share with me the latest gossips! With power comes responsibility, but I'm just a ball... or am I just a ball? Watch as I regain my memories and beat up my past self. Note: No common sense in the story. Highly controversial. This is a contracted work, expect to unlock chapters. Season 1's standards differ greatly. Drama seekers, toxic bitches and overly-sensitive folks who cannot chillax not welcomed. Author also has indemnity to typo, grammar mistakes and English bugs throughout the story. You have been warned. Proceed with caution and enjoy. *** Note: Please check out new contracted work Monarch of Solitude if you liked the author's work. Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/destinyaitsuji Discord: https://discord.gg/UrtDMXn

Kyle broke free. Sadly, punching the leader of a gang of thugs had consequences, and the leader's cronies would beat Kyle to death. But so what?! He didn't regret punching this guy even once! However, a powerful Magic Lady saved Kyle and then did something strange. She offered him a job. Apparently, he would have to go to a different world, a brutal realm where strength was the only law, and become its Overseer. A world where one person could fight thousands of people. A world where gigantic beasts broke mountains. And Kyle? He was just some random guy. He couldn't break mountains. Hell, he could barely fight a single guy, but what was he supposed to do? Reject the offer and get killed? Whether he liked it or not, he had to grow stronger, and while the beginning was tough, he actually found something he really enjoyed. His gigantic hammer. It was exhilarating when beasts exploded into chunks of flesh whenever he struck them. He loved turning boulders into rubble. And soon, he would be known by the entire world. With his hammer in hand, Kyle would forge a path of destruction through beast hordes, arrogant nobles, and ancient gods who dare stand in his way. -- Hammer starts at chapter 36 2 chapters every day. Join my Discord: https://discord.gg/EfePH46Aru

Kyle brach aus. Leider hatte das Schlagen des Anführers einer Bande von Schlägern Konsequenzen, und die Kumpanen des Anführers würden Kyle zu Tode prügeln. Aber was soll's?! Er bereute es nicht einmal, diesen Kerl geschlagen zu haben! Jedoch rettete eine mächtige Magische Dame Kyle und tat dann etwas Seltsames. Sie bot ihm einen Job an. Anscheinend müsste er in eine andere Welt gehen, ein brutales Reich, in dem Stärke das einzige Gesetz war, und dessen Aufseher werden. Eine Welt, in der eine Person gegen Tausende kämpfen konnte. Eine Welt, in der gigantische Bestien Berge zerbrachen. Und Kyle? Er war nur irgendein Typ. Er konnte keine Berge zerbrechen. Verdammt, er konnte kaum gegen einen einzigen Kerl kämpfen, aber was sollte er tun? Das Angebot ablehnen und getötet werden? Ob er wollte oder nicht, er musste stärker werden, und während der Anfang schwer war, fand er tatsächlich etwas, das er wirklich genoss. Seinen gigantischen Hammer. Es war berauschend, wenn Bestien in Fleischbrocken explodierten, wann immer er zuschlug. Er liebte es, Felsbrocken in Schutt zu verwandeln. Und bald würde er von der ganzen Welt bekannt sein. Mit seinem Hammer in der Hand würde Kyle einen Pfad der Zerstörung durch Bestienherden, arrogante Adlige und uralte Götter bahnen, die es wagen, sich ihm in den Weg zu stellen.

Hayama traveled and was reborn as a Saiyan baby in Dragon Ball. After crossing into the high-risk and high-strength Dragon Ball world, Ye Shan said that he was too panicked. Fortunately, there are still benefits for travelers. Twelve Modifiers Version 1.0! F110 times the training speed! Let you feel the sourness that your cultivation is like sitting on a rocket! ~ F210 times savvy! ! There are no martial arts moves in this world that I can't learn, just let me take a look. Just a glance! F3 unlimited strength! ! Just look at the name! ! F4 .............................................. has twelve items Modifier, Ye Shan said, slaughtering gods and destroying Buddhas is a breeze~~! ------------------------------------------------------ This fan-fic is not mine, all property is the original author I will only publish.

For him, this world is the very definition of cruelty and hell, an existence that should be utterly devastated and wiped out once and for all. If he couldn't have peace, then no one was allowed to have it, just as his whole life was an absolute nightmare, each and every life of these humans had to be eternal nightmare. Demon King, Zhang Long wei, spent his whole life holding onto this so-called the world's most reasonable logic of his. To the whole cultivational world, he was such a great calamity that was impossible and unimaginable to annihilate, the very fear of every single being. But then, the news of the great Demon King getting slain by a group of young cultivators made the three realms ended up in uproar. Everyone was gloating and celebrating for his decease when Zhang Long wei found himself waking up in a body of a fifteen-year-old boy named Li Zian, a disciple of the immortal Wang. And there, what intrigued him the most was that the person who was responsible for his downfall, the one who took his life and also the leader of that youths' group, had turned out to be that one and only genius son of the immortal Wang, the shizun of his current body. What would be the first thing that came out of his mind? Revenge? Nope. His life had been all about these kinds of malicious stuff, so he decided to enjoy this one with the life of a regular youth. Let give himself a try to be average and normal. Let give the world some time for peace. Nevertheless, after a couple of confrontations with that son of his present shizun, his iron- like heart was melted and fell for this unruly youth somehow. The demon king started to chase after him with the mask of his aged fifteen body. Even so, heaven was too vicious and parsimonious to let him adore these blessing moments for a longer while as the fate between him and the youth was reversed. He had become people's hero whom the youth once wished him to be, yet the youth was now converted into a demon who had gone crazy for a brutal fate his family and sect had encountered. Let's see how the once powerful demon King would handle and tame this little demon and how these two would work together to find out and exterminate the real culprit behind the scenes. ------------------- Hello there, my dear readers! This is my very first time writing a novel . So I had to admit I felt thrilled and nervous a bit. English is not my first language. Thus I can't guaranteed there won't be any writing problems though I would try my best to fix and make progress. Please support me with your precious votes and comments. Thank you. ------- The cover art does not belong to me. All credits go to the original owner.

“I’ll agree to this—but only if you stay out of my business.” “You have a deal,” the man chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender, his husky voice dripping with amusement. “But,” he added, stepping closer, his breath brushing against her ear, “you’ll have to agree to my conditions, too.” “I said I’d agree, didn’t I?” Sherry replied coolly. Her expression didn’t waver as she grabbed his collar and pulled him down to her eye level. “Mr. Smith,” she whispered, matching his tone with a quiet fierceness. Hah… This woman is going to drive me insane, Levian thought, already realizing this would be far from easy. ~~~ On her wedding day, Sherry is poisoned by her best friend. Her fiancé? At the hospital, he was celebrating the birth of his child with someone else. But fate rewinds the clock. Waking up a day before her death, Sherry has one goal: uncover the truth and take back control. However, as the secrets unravel, she realizes the betrayal runs deeper than she imagined. That's when the rumored Levian Smith makes her an offer: “Marry me, and I’ll stake my very soul for you.” Now, she must choose—revenge or redemption?

Shen Tang woke up on the exile road and found this world very unscientific. Heavenly stones fell, triggering strife among nations. Words solidified into reality, thoughts became tangible. Martial prowess gathered, mountains split and seas parted. What she once perceived as a mere pretty face, with a mere utterance of "leaping over spears and horses," transformed into a fully-armored warrior, spear in hand, capable of standing alone against thousands! The consumptive wretches in her eyes, muttering "constellations scattered like chess pieces," reshaped the sky into a domed canopy and the land into a chessboard, effortlessly maneuvering troops into formation! This, by all means, couldn't be deemed unscientific anymore! It seemed like the scientific coffin lid had been nailed shut by theology! And she— "My lord, there's a severe drought in the Northern County. Would you shed a tear?" Shen Tang: "..." "My lord, the Southern Province is flooded. Would you share a smile?" Shen Tang: "..." ———————— Looking at the ten bowls of rice she devoured, the pockets cleaner than her face, and a group of villagers clamoring for attention, seemingly reincarnated food barrels, the real artist of souls, Village Chief Shen Tang, reluctantly abandoned her beloved paintbrush and was forced onto the road of vying for lordship.

Chronicles the journey of a young and talented martial artist named Seraphina. With dreams of becoming a Galactic Patrol officer, she embarks on a path filled with challenges, friendships, and self-discovery. Follow her rise as she strives to fulfill her aspirations in a world where martial arts and ki control reign supreme.

Ahn Jiang Seok, the enigmatic and workaholic CEO of EcoFusion Productions, has returned to his homeland after years of silence. Emotionally blackmailed by his overbearing mother, he's forced into an engagement with Han Ma Ri, a woman desperate to save her father's company from the brink of collapse. Though he initially resents marriage, he agrees as he begins to see something in Ma Ri that stirs feelings he can't explain. But as he tries to deepen the relationship, his misfortune comes upon him. One day, Jiang Seok's former classmate Ja Ra came to meet him. She immediately set off a series of misunderstandings. When Ma Ri finds him holding Ja Ra by the waist, her rage erupts. "How dare you, b*tch!" It's the first time in a while Jiang Seok sees Ma Ri's that fiery side. "Do you really think he likes you? Dream on! He only has eyes for me!" Ja Ra smirks. "No! He doesn't like you because..." Ma Ri's voice drops. "He's gay!" *Huh? What? Who? When? Where? And why didn't he know?* Jiang Seok struck dumb. Is this how people see him? Ja Ra bursts into tears, "This can't be! So, this was why he always ignored me back in the school?" she was convinced he ignored her in school because of his supposed sexuality, and Ma Ri insisted he only agreed to marry her to hide his true love-for his male assistant. *Huh? What now? With whom? Where was he? Who was he?* Jiang was thrown into chaos. Can Jiang Seok unravel the web of misunderstandings and reveal his true feelings before Ma Ri sets him up with every eligible bachelor in town? Or will his "real love" remain hidden, even to him?

[highly mature book] [crime and psychological thriller webnovel] *[This novel takes a refreshing break from overused plot tropes such as the billionaire playboy or bad boy falls for good girl. This is a new taste of mystery/thriller genre that offers something new, something deeper and darker]* In the opulent streets of Beverly Hills, a string of murders sends shockwaves through the city, Los Angeles. Each victim is left with their eyes replaced—a signature as chilling as it is mysterious. Detective Lorenzo Hoffman, a seasoned investigator known for his unrelenting focus, is drawn into a case that grows darker with every clue. The accused is a world class opthomologist and in the eye of public, she is perceived as innocent for her breathtaking beauty and noble profession. As he digs deeper, Hoffman finds himself entangled in a web of psychological manipulation and hidden motives, where nothing is as it seems. The killer’s methods are calculated, their presence elusive, and their purpose disturbingly personal. With each revelation, Hoffman is forced to confront not only the darkness of the case but also the shadows within himself. The glass ball eyes is a gripping tale of obsession, deception, and the thin line between justice and madness. When every truth feels like a trap, can Hoffman uncover the killer before they strike again?