alma fear

Ele era um órfão com aptidão medíocre e origem humilde. Através da perseverança e uma indisposição para se contentar com a mediocridade, ele praticou a cultivação desesperadamente. Por um golpe de sorte, ele despertou a Alma Marcial Antiga, há muito extinta neste mundo, e a partir desse momento, sua ascensão foi imparável, como um cometa subindo alto, embarcando em uma jornada de cultivo para dominar o mundo. Começando como um mendigo que era intimidado por outros, ele começou a brilhar a cada passo, entrando em uma era de caos onde as Seitas são numerosas, talentos são abundantes, os Dez Mil Clãs competem pelo poder e heróis humanos emergem um após o outro em um mundo vasto e magnífico. Com a 'Alma Marcial Tirano do Céu', ele jurou forjar seu próprio mito!

Alma Marcial, la esencia del talento innato, abarca el grado de innumerables estrellas, siendo de una a tres estrellas Nivel Bajo, de siete a nueve estrellas Nivel Avanzado, y un Alma Marcial de Diez Estrellas como un Espíritu Dotado Celestial, conocido como Alma Marcial Espiritual, ¡uno entre diez mil! El mundo le pregunta a Luo Cheng: "¿Cuántas estrellas tiene tu Alma Marcial? ¿Qué grado?" Luo Cheng mira fijamente la galaxia infinita dentro de su Alma Marcial y murmura: "Son muchos miles de millones, ¡es difícil contar!"

Alma Marcial, a essência do talento inato, abrange o grau de incontáveis estrelas, com uma a três estrelas sendo Nível Baixo, sete a nove estrelas sendo Avançado, e uma Alma Marcial de Dez Estrelas como um Espírito Dotado Celestial, conhecida como Alma Marcial Espiritual, uma em dez mil! O mundo pergunta a Luo Cheng: "Quantas estrelas tem sua Alma Marcial? Que grau?" Luo Cheng olha fixamente para a galáxia infinita dentro de sua Alma Marcial e murmura: "São muitos bilhões, é difícil contar!"

La leyenda del continente, la batalla que trajo la fama; la Sagrada Phoenix Lady, el METEFIRE METEOR GODREALM SABER-ART; El par que asciende y fusiona, el sol dorado y la luna azul, la furia del estrellamiento. No hay magia, ni la batalla qi, ni artes marciales en esta tierra. Sin embargo, hay espíritus marciales. Han pasado diez mil años desde la fundación de la secta Tang en el continente Douluo, y ha disminuido. Se ha nacido una nueva y orgullosa generación del cielo elegido. ¿Puede la nueva generación de los siete demonios de Shrek rally la secta Tang y una vez más componer la canción de la secta Tang inivalida? Una bestia espiritual de un millón de años, un sagrado deathgod que sostiene el sol, la luna y las estrellas en sus manos, y un nuevo sistema de herramientas de espíritu que causó la caída de la secta Tang. Un milagro se producirá tras otro. ¿Pueden las armas ocultas las armas de la secta de la seca, y pueden la gloria de la secta Tang ascender una vez más? ¡Todo esto continuará en la segunda cuota de Douluo Dalu: la secta Tang inivalida!

Reed, a young man that had spent his entire life in the slums wished for a miracle. He dreamt that one day he'd escape the ghetto he had been born in and travel across the world. He longed to embark on an adventure and truly begin living a real life. Alas, it was not meant to be. The stars had other plans in mind for the young man. On the night of his sixteenth birthday, he had his life flipped upside down. Caught in the midst of a confrontation between two rival gangs, Reed suffered a fatal injury. As he laid on the street, Reed couldn't help but laugh at how unfair his life had been from beginning to end. Born poor? Sure. No parents? Okay. No opportunities in life? Fine. But his own miserable life, too? "What more can I be deprived of?" Reed muttered as he struggled to keep his eyes open. A soft voice chuckled and said, "Much, much more, boy. But you'll soon have the opportunity to have all your wishes fulfilled." "...If you can earn the right to obtain them." --------------------------------------------- Let this message serve as a FINAL warning to those who have come in expecting the 'usual' type of story on this site. This is 'NOT' a wish-fulfillment based story. Please do NOT come into this novel with the expectation that you will get some kind of fearless action hero. The MC is everything but that. That he will be... this 'fearless, intrepid' person straight out of the FIRST chapter. A bold, charismatic hero with an unshakable resolve and iron will. Get that irritating preconception out of your head right now if you dare venture further into the story. I KNOW that's what you're expecting because that's the common setup with the stories on this site. I am writing a story about personal growth, above all else. Be forewarned about that. I'm serious. That means that the character has to start from the bottom and work his way UP. Not in only in terms of power, but also in the strength of his character -- as in, maturing INTO someone who will become a hero. Not over the course of a SINGLE chapter like some stories do. Not in SINGLE arc, or volume, but over the course of the ENTIRE STORY. My main character starts off as COWARDLY, INDECISIVE, and WHINY. He is by NO measure a heroic person, or EVEN a whole person. He is weak-willed and flawed because that is how I HAVE WRITTEN him to be, for good reason. Now, it's your right to DISLIKE this decision I've made and not read the novel because of that. Absolutely. If you want an OP power-fantasy, then go find it elsewhere on the site. You do you. Don't let me or anyone stop you from reading what you want. But if you read my novel for what it is and then give it a poor review, criticizing it for having a "flawed, detestable, and pathetic main character," I WILL delete your goddamned review on that point alone. tl;dr: My main character isn't fucking He-Man and the Terminator's baby. He's a human being with all the ugly, pathetic parts you don't like seeing in your OP Reincarnation novels. ------------------------------------------------- Any comment or review you'd leave for the novel is worth more than gold to me. Have a good one.

A alma do Grão-mestre do Punho Xingyi, Xiao Yi, transmigrou para outro mundo. Neste mundo dominado por Artistas Marciais, Xiao Yi obteve uma Alma Marcial que desafiou os Céus, embarcando em uma jornada para esmagar inúmeros talentos contemporâneos e alcançar o status de Imperador da Alma e Deus Marcial. Destruindo o Céu e a Terra, rompendo a abóbada celeste, ele reinou supremo sobre Todos os Céus e Miríades de Mundos.

El alma del Gran Maestro del Puño Xingyi, Xiao Yi, transmigró a otro mundo. En este mundo dominado por Artistas Marciales, Xiao Yi obtuvo un Alma Marcial que desafiaba a los Cielos, embarcándose en un viaje para aplastar a innumerables talentos contemporáneos y alcanzar el estatus de Emperador del Alma y Dios Marcial. Destrozando el Cielo y la Tierra, rompiendo la bóveda celestial, reinó supremo sobre Todos los Cielos y Miríadas de Mundos.

John "Alma Negra" Un alma inocente y pura, había sido lentamente corrompida por la maldad. Sus ojos iban perdiendo el brillo y en su corazón se iba formando un caparazón, un escudo tan fuerte para evitar a toda costa una traición. Un águila enjaulado y condenado a no sentir, el negocio y la codicia eran su motivo de existir. La oscuridad se convirtió en su mejor amigo, las mentiras y verdades en su abrigo; la frialdad e inteligencia para el negocio, el cuchillo y arma para el enemigo. Un supuesto enemigo tiene que ejecutar, pero el destino le sorprende y lo hace dudar; haciendo que su vida de un giro inesperado, y quizás, esa persona logre mostrarle el camino indicado; y se convierta en su luz, en medio de esa oscuridad, porque detrás de él puede quedar aún algo de humanidad.

In a dark world, on a mountain lives a crossbreed that tries to survive. Even though he is part goblin, he just doesn't look like one and that makes his life harder then needed. His tribe is hard enough on him but in the outside world it will be only harder. And that he will learn the hard way.

Because he was too afraid of death, he put all his points into health value. Transmigrating into a cultivation game, Fan Wubing ended up with the most useless physique, 【Heavenly Disabled Body】: Every five years, suffers damage equal to 99.99% of maximum health. Because it has no positive effects, players call it the planner's sadistic humor. Having just died once, Fan Wubing didn't want to die a second time like that, so he began frantically collecting anything related to healing items, putting all points into health value, and swore to turn his red Blood Bar black!