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My fantasy that evening was not a tranquil one. It was completely dark inside my head aside from the many air pockets drifting upwards with no sparkle or reflection, just dead circles. I was befuddled right away yet then, at that point, bigger air pockets gradually rose among the other, more modest ones and inside were pack mates. "You might turn into an omicron, or a pi, or far and away more terrible, an omega," I shuddered when I saw Draugluin's irate face as he counted down the positions as though my life's worth would as it were decline. «You want to be so presumptuous since you climbed in rank?" An air pocket of Draco's scowling face materialized with disdain filled eyes before he suddely vanished, passing on me without an opportunity to counter. "A powerless Xi like you," Another air pocket rose with Draugluin's pompous smile as he peered down on me. Stop I heard my powerless voice shout out among the vacant air pockets. "You are pointless as well," the rebel wolf chortled. "She would not fall back when she was told to," Lyall's enraged face frightened me. Lyall had never been so cross with me forthright where he'd place me down before Alpha however, that snapshot of selling out was agonizing yet not undeserving. It makes perfect sense to me, I yelled, however there was no reaction. "For what reason didn't you simply pass on it to the people," Auntie Mona had her arms crossed, a look of dismay all over.

He did not care if the prayer stole precious seconds from the timer. Between speaking to God and the damnation the system promised at zero, there was no question which came first. “Dear Lord,” he murmured, “Ye who see all hearts and weigh all sins… hear me now as I stand at the threshold of damnation. What I am about to do is cruel and unforgiving. A stain no river may wash from my hands. Yet, if this evil must be borne so that greater horrors may perish, let that burden fall upon me. “I know the gates of Hell stand open before my feet, and should this act be the step that leads me through them… so be it. Let history curse my name—if by my damnation, others are spared. “But Lord…” he continued quietly, “when the trumpets sound in the final days, when the dead rise and judgment cometh upon all souls, I ask only this of You: do not forget that I once wept for what I became. Do not forget that I hated the necessity of my hands. Don't forget that though I walked willingly into darkness, I did so that others may remain in the light. And if mercy exists even for the damned… then let me be counted among those shown pity. “For the sins I commit in Your name, for the evil I embrace in pursuit of a righteous end, and for the soul I surrender this night… I beg Your forgiveness.” He lifted his gaze and fixed Vir Ossium a death stare. “... Amen.” —————————————— Kael was just an ordinary guy—until the night he died. But instead of staying dead, he is thrown into a brutal death game. The rule is simple: Be the last Kamen Rider standing... by any means necessary.

The mighty Marco Alexandro emerged as the god of war, feeling a sense of achievement because this was the only way to bring his family out of a wrecked life. Returning home should have brought happiness, but instead, his small family was on the brink of death.

After five years of a secret marriage, my wife, a cold and renowned chef, suddenly asked for a divorce. I smiled bitterly, left with nothing, and embarked on an extraordinary path, becoming an acclaimed automotive expert and a successful entrepreneur. Post-divorce, she regretted deeply after watching me, her former husband, dazzling and captivating countless hearts in the automotive world. She wished she hadn't acted rashly. Wanting to win me back, she even begged to visit my high-end car shop, hoping to reignite our old flame of love. "Honey, am I not captivating enough? Come back to me, please. I want to rebuild our life together." I frowned slightly, lips parting in a cold voice, "Madam, please restrain yourself. I am not your husband; so don't make such shameless claims. If you want to find fulfillment, please turn left and walk out the door to find whatever person you can." Once, you looked down on me and treated me like trash. Now, I stand at the peak of success, beyond your reach.

“You’re making a mistake,” Jensen said. Rose laughed in his face. “A few hundred dollars from payday and you think you can give me the life I want?” The room erupted with laughter as she walked away with a wealthy heir, leaving Jensen humiliated, beaten, and abandoned in the pain. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. That same night, the broke boyfriend everyone mocked awakens as the world’s youngest billionaire. Now, the elites who looked down on him will beg for his favor. Rivals who crushed him will learn what real power looks like. And the woman who traded him for money will discover that the man she discarded was worth more than entire empires. But wealth attracts monsters. As ancient families, ruthless corporations, and hidden enemies close in, Jensen realizes becoming a billionaire was only the beginning. Can he build an empire powerful enough to survive… or will the fortune that made him become the reason he loses everything? Stay and find out.

After a three-year marriage, all Dennis got was a divorce agreement. His wife had become the most successful businesswoman during their marriage and tons of men were now attracted by her beauty. How could she still stay with a common man like Dennis?But what she didn’t know was that everything she got was from Dennis’s secret help. After they divorced, she gradually found Dennis was not that useless man she thought. On the contrary, he seemed to be a very powerful man, who the top rich men, powerful politicians, and members of mysterious families were all respectful of.So…what kind of man did she divorce?

Heroes from diverse cities face there daily life challenges and enemies, but soon realize that sometimes, they need to right alongside one another to achieve a common goal. As they face personal challenges and villains who trouble their City, they are then faced with an enemy who poses a threat to everyone of them. But not just one, more enemies who are threats to the world at large and even beyond. This is the gathering of heroes to make up a team of superheroes from different locations; representing their people. It is a gathering of Earth's mightiest warriors which was kick-started by; Miss Awesome, Hero, Amazing Girl, Bravo, Scarlet Lady, and Hotfoot A team which will be known as, 'The Fantastic League'

So I wrote Acnefera on Webnovel. The grammar was awful. The spelling was inconsistent and I am going to rewrite it. it is going to make more sense and it's going to be better with more fleshed-out characters and better motivations better villains. I'm going to rewrite the story even better. So enjoy.

In a world governed by the Soul-Code, your worth is determined by the rarity of the skill you manifest at sixteen. Vaxien Valerost manifests Rhythmic Respiration—a skill so common it is used by literal infants to stay alive. Labeled a Glitch and cast out by the elite Aurelian Academy, Vaxien is left for dead in the Shadow-Wastes. But Vaxien’s skill isn't a dead end; it is the foundation. He awakens the Nexus-Forge, a forbidden interface that allows him to dismantle trash skills and synthesize them into God-Tier Primaries. While the world’s elite rely on their stagnant, high-rank abilities, Vaxien is evolving. One breath at a time, he isn't just playing the game, he’s rewriting the source code of reality.

A gravedigger everyone calls "Hollow" — a man born without the power to sense the world's magic — inherits a cursed relic that turns grief into godlike strength. To become the strongest being in the universe, he only has to let everyone he loves die. He intends to prove there's another way.