the gun is the worst weapon in hades

The stark-naked, handsome, young man looked intently at a winged reptile creeping in front of him, His lips, closed tight since setting foot in this new realm, began to move as words echoed in the shadowy realm of awareness. "It has been determined that the leaders of the plan and all related individuals are dead, communication with Earth has been completely severed. Transitioning to autonomous operation mode. Updating log-in name to the fully planned 'Li Lin'. Given the current situation, autonomous task B4 is selected." The boy, now known as Li Lin, paused briefly, his voice taking on a chilling edge as if from the depths of hell. "Infiltrate and invade the low-level civilization, colonize it, Earthify it." The ultimate weapon in the form of a young man, in this magical alien world, sensed a familiar scent - war. And so, he continued his mission.

Neo transmigrated into world of a novel and became a side character. Here, strength and status were determined by one's god parent and their bloodline. Neo despaired, knowing a side character like him would have a weak bloodline until.... [Your bloodline has been awakened successfully] [Bloodline: Monarch of Death] He gained the bloodline of the strongest god: Hades, the God of Death who ruled over Underworld and Afterlife! His bloodline gave him the power to control Death itself! There was just one 'tiny' problem that Neo had yet to realize. .... For more character arts visit: https://ko-fi.com/failedwriter101 Discord server link: https://discord.gg/vrNqR3V4Vb

Neo transmigró al mundo de una novela y se convirtió en un personaje secundario. Aquí, la fuerza y el estatus estaban determinados por el padre divino de uno y su línea de sangre. Neo se desesperó, sabiendo que un personaje secundario como él tendría una línea de sangre débil hasta que... [Tu línea de sangre ha sido despertada con éxito] [Línea de Sangre: Monarca de la Muerte] Él obtuvo la línea de sangre del dios más poderoso: Hades, el Dios de la Muerte que gobernaba sobre el Inframundo y el Más Allá. ¡Su línea de sangre le dio el poder de controlar la Muerte misma! Solo había un 'pequeño' problema que Neo aún no había notado.

WPC 190: Silver Tier winner. Mark is a genius military weapon designer who was kidnapped by a mafia gang after refusing to work for them. They forced him to design unique weapons for five years, until one day he successfully escaped only to get shot by his trusted comrades. *Ding! You awakened a weapon system. When he opened his eyes, he was in a different body and in a different world. "You want to kill a wild boar without being detected? Forget about bow and arrow. Here, I present you this sniper rifle." "You want to kill a horde of goblins from the sky? Forget about those flying carpets and brooms. Here, I present you the fighter jet." "You want to kill a dragon? Forget about taking the help of the S-class adventure team. Here, I present you a nuclear bomb." Join Mark Spencer/ Lu Zhen as he brings the whole world to its knees with the help of his weapon system. *** Note: Author isn't born in an English-speaking nation and has no editor either. So, please be understanding if there are any grammatical errors. ************** Author's current works: (War Online) (My Soul Card is a Reaper) (A Peacock husband of five princesses by day, A Noble Assassin by night) Author's other notable works: The Last Slytherin, The Sharingan Hyuga ************** Do comment and give power stones or golden tickets to support the author. For further support: patreon.com/snowstar For discussions about the novel or hints of future arcs and spoilers, Join the Discord server: https://discord.gg/9pw6NBJD

Synopsis: Yang Chen, the inheritor of the divine throne of Hades, was separated from his family at a young age and sold to a foreign assassin organization. Enduring the darkest of worlds, he eventually returned to his homeland incognito. Intending to live a low-profile life as a street vendor selling lamb skewers, fate took an unexpected turn when he married a well-known local corporate CEO. Hoping for a quiet existence, he found himself drawn into the role of a guardian knight due to the presence of beautiful women from various walks of life. As he navigates through these connections, his past experiences and former comrades resurface. Inadvertently, he delves into the world of cultivation in China and uncovers the essence of this world.

Neo transmigierte in die Welt eines Romans und wurde zu einer Nebenfigur. Hier wurden Stärke und Status durch den göttlichen Elternteil und die Blutlinie bestimmt. Neo verzweifelte, weil er wusste, dass eine Nebenfigur wie er eine schwache Blutlinie haben würde, bis... [Deine Blutlinie wurde erfolgreich erweckt] [Blutlinie: Monarch des Todes] Er erhielt die Blutlinie des stärksten Gottes: Hades, dem Gott des Todes, der über die Unterwelt und das Jenseits herrschte! Seine Blutlinie gab ihm die Macht, den Tod selbst zu kontrollieren! Es gab nur ein 'kleines' Problem, das Neo noch nicht erkannt hatte.

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself. Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans. *** He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. "So, you laugh?" His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. "Hades, I—" "But you only laugh at other men's jokes," he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. "Not your husband's." The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us. A nervous chuckle escaped me. "You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake." In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. "You can’t laugh at my jokes..." he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, "but you’ll come with my fingers." I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment. "I don’t need your laughter," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. "I’ll have every other part of you instead." **** Dark fantasy romance Morally Grey ML Angst Suspense ENEMIES to lovers Smut (like sprinkles on your ice cream)

Di dunia di mana Lycan dan manusia serigala adalah musuh bebuyutan, Eve Valmont adalah manusia serigala yang dikutuk oleh ramalan dan difitnah. Dikhianati oleh kelompoknya sendiri dan dipenjara selama bertahun-tahun, nasibnya mengambil arah yang lebih gelap ketika dia ditawarkan kepada Raja Lycan, Hades Stavros—seorang penguasa yang ditakuti karena penaklukan yang kejam dan keahliannya yang mematikan. Terikat oleh ramalan kuno dan dihantui oleh hantu masa lalunya, Eve sekarang berada di bawah belas kasihan makhluk yang seharusnya dia benci dan takuti paling—Sang Tangan Maut itu sendiri. Hades, seorang raja yang terukir dari darah dan kebusukan jiwanya sendiri, bertekad untuk membalas pembantaian keluarganya dan membebaskan bangsanya dari manusia serigala. Dia percaya Eve adalah kunci kemenangannya. Baginya, dia tidak lebih dari sebuah senjata yang diramalkan oleh ramalan, sebuah alat yang akan dia gunakan untuk menghancurkan kekuatan yang mengancam kelompoknya. Namun, dia menemukan dirinya menginginkan wanita yang kuat namun hancur ini. Meninggalkan dia bertanya-tanya apakah dia benar-benar senjatanya atau dia yang ditakdirkan untuk menggagalkan rencananya yang terencana dengan hati-hati.

【Gunfight + Mystery-solving + Decisive Killing】 I had already been backstabbing the underworld, and now you're telling me I was planted as an undercover cop??? Dean looked at the boss with eyes that would not close in death, scratched his head, and could only take the opportunity to transform into Los Angeles' five-star good citizen—Detective Dean! Ps: There's nothing supernatural, but there is a dark world out of our ordinary reach, filled with assassins, thieves, and all kinds of bizarre cases...

En un mundo donde los Lycans y los hombres lobo son enemigos jurados, Eve Valmont es una loba hombre lobo maldita por una profecía y enmarcada. Traicionada por su propia manada y encarcelada durante años, su destino toma un giro más oscuro cuando es ofrecida al Rey Lycan, Hades Stavros, un gobernante temido por sus conquistas despiadadas y su destreza mortal. Atada por una antigua profecía y perseguida por los fantasmas de su pasado, Eve ahora está a merced del único ser que debería odiar y temer más—El Mano de la Muerte mismo. Hades, un rey tallado de sangre y la decadencia de su propia alma, determinado a vengar la masacre de su familia y librar a su gente de los hombres lobo. Cree que Eve es la clave para su victoria. Para él, ella no es más que un arma anunciada por la profecía, una herramienta que empuñará para destruir las fuerzas opuestas que amenazan a su manada. Sin embargo, se encuentra anhelando a esta mujer poderosa pero rota. Dejándole preguntarse si realmente es su arma o la destinada a desentrañar sus cuidadosos planes. Se acercó a mí, un depredador cerrando en su presa, sus ojos oscuros e inescrutables. ¿Así que te ríes?", dijo su voz, baja, peligrosamente suave, haciendo que los pelos en la nuca se erizaran. Tragué saliva, de repente consciente de lo difícil que se había vuelto respirar. "Hades, yo—" "Pero solo te ríes de las bromas de otros hombres", interrumpió, su mirada penetrante, desprovista de cualquier humor. "No de las de tu esposo." La acusación en su tono era aguda, cortando el aire entre nosotros. Una risa nerviosa se escapó de mí. "No puedes estar hablando en serio... Él es tu beta, por el amor de la Diosa." En un instante, él cerró la distancia entre nosotros, tan rápido que me dejó sin aliento. Sus manos agarraron mi cintura, atrayéndome contra su cuerpo, el calor de él haciendo que mi piel hormigueara. Jadeé, pero antes de que pudiera decir una palabra, sus labios se estrellaron contra los míos, reclamando mi boca con una fuerza que envió ondas de choque a través de mí. El beso era castigador, hambriento, no podía respirar, no podía pensar. Cuando finalmente se alejó, temblaba, mi pecho subía y bajaba mientras luchaba por recuperar el aliento. Sus ojos, oscuros y tormentosos, buscaban los míos con una intensidad posesiva. "No necesito tu risa", susurró, su voz un peligroso raspado mientras sus dedos se deslizaban hacia abajo, enviando un escalofrío por mi espina dorsal, "pero vendrás con mis dedos." Tembé, un calor se acumulaba bajo en mi vientre ante sus palabras, su toque. El mundo a nuestro alrededor se difuminó, desapareciendo en la nada mientras su mano se deslizaba más bajo, arrancando de mis labios un jadeo entrecortado. La mirada en sus ojos me decía que sabía exactamente lo que me hacía, y no se podía negar la conexión primaria entre nosotros en ese momento. "No necesito tu risa", murmuró contra mi piel, su aliento caliente en mi cuello. "Tendré cada otra parte de ti en su lugar."