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Low-level villains: Greedy, arrogant, flattery to the female protagonist, laughing eerily like "hehehe!" High-level villains: Moody, noble, enduring, good at disguising, cunning as a fox, never showing emotions, willing to do anything to achieve goals, exquisite egoists, with an essential charming and handsome face! Chen Zhixing transmigrates into a fantasy world, becoming the Third Young Master of the Ziwei Chen Family, a Longevity Family with villainous roles. Being a villain himself is bad enough, but even his father and mother are villainous characters. Fortunately, he starts off with Heaven-defying Comprehension. Hundred Refinements Golden Body Scripture + Circulation Star Transformation Spell + Ox Demon Heaven-Supporting Skill = Ox Demon Transformation Star Scripture Heart Sword Skill + Refining Spirit and Transforming Breath Method = Hundred Refinement Divine Weapon Technique Swallowing Deity Spell + Transformation Method Scripture = Heavens' Creation Technique Fission Method + Great Dream Sitting Forgetting Dao = Other Transformation Free-for-All Technique Chen Zhixing gradually turns a bad hand into a winning one with his Heaven-defying Comprehension! Twenty years later. The Protagonist of Destiny finally arrives before Chen Zhixing. Chen Zhixing smiles faintly, saying, "Sorry, all the people beside you are mine, and all your cultivation techniques were created by me. Surprised? Unexpected?"

In Forge of Fate, Kalem, a young blacksmith with a unique gift for forging perfectly balanced weapons, discovers a legendary material that draws the attention of powerful forces across a fractured world. As ancient races like Elves, Dwarves, and Humans vie for control of magical resources and hidden secrets, Kalem finds himself at the center of a brewing conflict. His obsession with rare materials and his newfound discovery could either forge peace or ignite a war. With rival factions closing in, Kalem’s craftsmanship will shape the fate of the world—whether for good or ill.

Méchants de bas niveau : Cupides, arrogants, flatteurs envers la protagoniste féminine, riant bizarrement comme "hehehe !" Méchants de haut niveau : Lunatiques, nobles, endurants, habiles à se déguiser, rusés comme des renards, ne montrant jamais leurs émotions, prêts à tout pour atteindre leurs objectifs, égoïstes raffinés, avec un visage indispensablement séduisant et beau ! Chen Zhixing se retrouve transféré dans un monde fantastique, devenant le Troisième Jeune Maître de la Famille Chen de Ziwei, une Famille de la Longévité aux rôles maléfiques. Être un méchant lui-même est déjà assez pénible, mais même son père et sa mère sont des personnages maléfiques. Heureusement, il commence avec une Compréhension Défiant les Cieux. Écriture du Corps d'Or aux Cents Raffinements + Sort de Transformation de l'Étoile de Circulation + Compétence du Démon-Bœuf qui Soutient le Ciel = Écriture de l'Étoile de Transformation du Démon-Bœuf Compétence de l'Épée du Cœur + Méthode de Raffinage de l'Esprit et de Transformation du Souffle = Technique de l'Arme Divine aux Cent Raffinements Sort d'Absorption de la Divinité + Écriture de la Méthode de Transformation = Technique de Création des Cieux Méthode de Fission + Dao de l'Oubli Assis du Grand Rêve = Technique Libre de Transformation Alternative Chen Zhixing transforme progressivement une mauvaise main en une main gagnante grâce à sa Compréhension Défiant les Cieux ! Vingt ans plus tard. Le Protagoniste du Destin arrive enfin devant Chen Zhixing. Chen Zhixing sourit légèrement, disant, "Désolé, toutes les personnes à tes côtés sont les miennes, et toutes tes techniques de cultivation ont été créées par moi. Surpris ? Inattendu ?"

In the new era of Blue Star Martial Arts, Demons invaded, and humankind was embroiled in a bitter struggles. Chu Feng transmigrated and arrived on the scene. Armed with the ways of being an overachiever, all he wanted was to once again show the spirit of a die-hard corporate slave and carve out his own piece of the world! No sooner had he been reborn than he was smeared with demons all over his face, but no worries, his golden finger had arrived! He could draw upon the Life Force of slain Demons to transform into Attribute Points, becoming stronger with limitless additions! "What to do when there are no more Attribute Points available?" "Hey, look over there, a lone Demon…" "Sneak up from behind, grab its head, just twist like this! Hey, Attribute Points secured!" … "In this world, having great strength means having everything!" "In my life, with such heaven-defying Martial Arts Talent, do you think I can become a Martial God?" "The path to the Martial God has ended; it's become nothing but old legends? Ha, the path I walk will be the new path of the Martial God!" … This book is also known as "Demons, I Need You to Help Me Cultivate!" "So Easy to Learn, I Think This Move is Really Simple" "Run Fast, the people at the front are haunted" "This Man is More Demonic Than the Demons Themselves!"

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."

A charismatic and talented 3D modeler in his mid-20s, who finds himself mysteriously transported to a world of magic and power unlike anything he's ever known. Unlike the conventional magicians and warriors in this realm, Ailord discovers that his unique power lies not in traditional sorcery, but rather in the ability to manifest his creations from the digital realm into physical reality. As Ailord navigates this fantastical world filled with mythical creatures, ancient civilizations, and treacherous adversaries, he must harness his creativity and technical prowess to forge innovative tools, weapons, and constructs that defy the conventional limits of magic. With his modern military knowledge and expertise in 3D modeling, Ailord becomes a formidable force as he blazes a trail of ingenuity and innovation, reshaping the very fabric of this new world.

"Beast Forge? What the hell is that?" He thought while walking out of the alley. The streets were almost empty, with only the homeless wandering around, picking up anything valuable that was dropped. He walked over to join them, still thinking he needed to do this to survive. But as he bent down, a black screen appeared in front of him, with white text displayed on it. [Beast Forge system activated User successfully registered Scanning user... done User has not awakened, cannot use Beast Forge. Analyzing for possible solutions.... done Mission: Run 50 km before 00:00 Reward: Force awakening Failure: Loss of the Beast Forge system Will you accept this mission: YES/NO] discord link: https://discord.gg/zxVEsgC83Y

Issac Zaid, a psychiatrist that has risen in popularity over the fact that, whoever enters his clinic, comes out feeling like 'all the negativity of their life was sucked away'. No one knows anything about this man, not even his closest friend, Soren Usoro, who has been trying to find out more about his friend by exchanging numbers with his one night stands but they always disappear the day after they were with him. It did not help that Issac is sometimes covered in bruises and injuries that looked too severe for him to have survived them or the fact that, under his eyepatch, is nothing but an almost empty socket and something glistening in the darkness. What could he be hiding? And why is he not dead from his sugar consumption yet? Five whole cakes a day is not a healthy diet! "Issac! Put that abomination down!" "Sorry, did you want some honey-dipped, chocolate-coated strawberry cheesecake with sprinkles, cherries and coconut shavings, Soren? You can have a bite. I am not sharing the whipped cream topping though." "I DON'T WANT IT!!!"

Adrian Hale, a 19-year-old swordsman and apprentice blacksmith, lives in Valdric, a bustling medieval city where adventurers chase glory and dungeons tempt the brave. Unlike other hot-blooded youths, Adrian stays low-key, preferring the steady rhythm of hammer and anvil over the chaos of fame. Raised by a modest blacksmith uncle after his parents disappeared during a dungeon expedition, Adrian learned discipline, self-reliance, and the value of honest work. But he isn’t ordinary — he possesses a faint, mysterious “system” that whispers small insights about materials, weapons, and trade, though never enough to make him overpowered. Determined to build a peaceful life, Adrian balances sword training with running his forge, crafting high-quality weapons for adventurers while avoiding unnecessary attention. Along the way, he forms quiet friendships, crosses paths with noble clients, and earns a reputation for both skill and fairness. Yet beneath Valdric’s thriving markets and lively taverns lies a shifting world of political intrigue, dungeon secrets, and magical currents that threaten to draw even a low-key blacksmith into events far beyond his plans.

17th Desember = 10 updates ------------------------------------------------ Greg Greyson once known as The Warhammer Saint was the most feared and respected blacksmith of his era. His blades could split mountains, and his armors could defy gods... until his final "perfect weapon" exploded, taking him with it. When he opens his eyes, Greg finds himself reincarnated into a world of systems, adventurers, and monsters. The gods grant him the [Blacksmith System], expecting him to once again craft instruments of war. But Greg refuses. "No more swords. I'm done making things that kill." Instead, he dedicates himself to peace by forging absurd creations like, a Holy Hoe that can till mountains, a Blessed Frying Pan that deflects dragon fire, a Dancing Armor that forces its wearer to waltz, and a Tea Kettle of Eternal Comfort, worshiped by nobles and spirits alike. Ironically, his system keeps rating his ridiculous works as SSS-Rank, turning him into a living legend and an accidental heartthrob. Now, surrounded by eccentric heroines drawn to his strange ideals, Greg just wants a quiet life in his countryside workshop... if only they'd stop turning it into a war zone of love. Discord: https://discord.gg/fD38nPykq7