Narration À La Troisième Personne

"Here are the leftovers for you, hurry up and finish them!" Marcel glanced at the plates filled with scattered rice, chicken bones with a little meat still attached, and vegetable soup with only the soup left. "Eat on the floor, as usual." Marcel looked down and looked at his wife, Shirley. "You have the nerve to tell me to finish your brothers' leftovers?" asked Marcel in a protesting tone, as he frowned reluctantly at the plates. The oppression Marcel experienced made him want to end his life by downing his parents' formula. However, instead of dying, he was transformed into a powerful being! Will his wife's family apologize?

As you know, angels are at the head of the good mortal world, and demons rule the ball in hell.  But the angels are not as kind as the people of the church have always made them out to be.  The human race is not so important to them. And now, in their wars for our souls, they have completely forgotten about us.  But people like me don't consider themselves to be ordinary people.  We live twice, and sometimes three times more than ordinary people are allowed to live.  Our society is called the priests of Ultima.  That's all we want to tell about our world... P.s I don't publishing here anymore!

Power is always associated with trouble. Sometimes it is great enough to save us from trouble, sometimes it isn't. Sometimes it is so great that trouble can't get close and sometimes its greatness is the reason why trouble comes. Sometimes it's not about how you use it, sometimes it's about the power itself. The mere existence of a certain power could stir up fear, awe, hatred and envy depending on who percieved it and how they do. join me in this multi generational tale as we explore the lives of the different lords of chaos. Let’s walk with them in their trials and let their story touch our hearts.

"Miracle doctor!" "Miracle doctor!" "Miracle doctor!" The crowd chanted as General Ethan stepped out of prison. he stood with a smirk as twist his neck, "It's time to make everyone who made a fool out of me pay!" ***** Ethan took the fall for his pregnant wife's crime and went to jail. But he soon discovered she was getting married, had forged divorce papers, and had lied about being pregnant and lied about committing the crime he was in jail for, just to trap him. It was all a setup. Now, as a brilliant "Miracle Doctor", General Ethan seeks revenge against those who wronged him.

"If you bark for me like a good little dog, I might let you stay and sweep the floor. That’s all you’re good for anyway." "You couldn’t even afford a decent suit for my wedding. Did you dig that out of a dumpster? Oh, wait—maybe that’s your new home." Louis was insulted by his ex wife. He was standing his ex wife wedding, she has no regrets for cheating on him. But little did she knew the place where her wedding took place, the island was owned by Louis Kinder. He was trillionaire heir, not a pathetic lapdog husband.

"Allow me to introduce myself, I am Detective Jay, renowned for solving the toughest of cases," boasted Jay. The man before him simply grinned. "You seem doubtful of my abilities. Just wait until I..." Jay's words were cut short as the man fled. "F*ck you!" Jay cursed and gave chase. Former gangster Jay found himself reincarnated as a police officer. With his newfound lease on life, his intellect grew sharper, his senses more acute, and he quickly ascended to become America's most celebrated detective, cracking every case that crossed his path.

"How big is my father's inheritance, Jacob?" “That's huge, Young Master. You can even buy this country!" The struggle and sacrifices that Torin gave to Miya over the last five years, actually resulted in betrayal. Miya has a special relationship with a conglomerate in Corholt City, Nevil Gilbert. Accepting the fact that Miya left him only for money reasons, Torin must finally accept the inheritance left by his father that he previously ignored. "If you leave me because of money, then I will destroy you with money!" Follow Torin's journey for revenge, and the reason why he is called the God of Money!

"You think you built this empire, Sarah? Without me, there would be no empire." **** David Blackwood has spent years in the shadows, being the silent architect of his wife’s success. While Sarah basked in fame and fortune, he worked tirelessly behind the scenes, crafting the empire she proudly claims as her own. But when Sarah demands a divorce and tries to cast him aside, David decides enough is enough. Armed with the truth—and proof of his contributions—he steps out of the shadows to reclaim what’s rightfully his. In a battle of power, pride, and betrayal, who will emerge victorious? And when the truth comes to light, will the empire David built crumble or thrive?

"These are pretty minuscule spies, my lord," The leader said into his comms. They chattered among themselves. We had our hands up when they surrounded us. My throat clogged and I was running out of oxygen. I could barely think or breath. Mister Wigglesworth was talking briskly with bulging eyes to the colossal men and a rifle was lodged in his throat, he seemed frail and agitated. "Mort!" He threw the parcel into his hands. Mort winced when he failed to catch it. The box malfunctioned and I screamed at the blast and fell back into the shelter of more craters. I gasped. "What do I do with this?" His hand fidgeted on the and he dived behind a crate beside me while lasers flew. He panted and glanced at me holding on to the parcel. There was a skirmish going on. "I think I got hit." .... Remember when homicidal aliens were attacking us? This was now, yeah, it was kind of my fault. We were crouching like a couple of cowardly war veterans on a battlefield and Mister Wigglesworth! Of all people was out there holding them off. Mort held on to the prism parcel. My eyes were pale. I got hit by the parcel. I held on to my stomach. "Are you okay? Can you sit up straight?" He said. "No, it hurts," I did not feel like myself at all. I was not even in the mood to make snappy comebacks, I kept seeing double and all these color spectrums like I stared at the sun for too long. I was phasing in and out of consciousness. I thought I saw planets dying. I ducked over the end and focused on breath. [ System Activated ]

I'm a special guy, no doubt. No one can do what I do. No one has the ability I have and if the government found out about what I can do, they'd probably lock me up to do thousands of experiments on me... and yet, I still manage to do everything wrong. Even with all the advantages anyone can possess and having the literal answers from the universe, I am absolutely lost. In fact, the universe and I have a rocky relationship and are in a constant fight. So, I hope you know that the universe is telling my story wrong. I am not a genius, I am not an innovative visionary and more importantly: I AM NOT GAY.