To Your Eternity Fushi

Without the bloodline of ancient mystical beasts flowing in your veins you can't be regarded as a true cultivator, as with only a bloodline could you possess a dsntian to cultivate. But the inquisitive part of humans lead to several undlying paths been discovered leading to dantians been forceful carved. Even with this, bloodlines still stood at the peak of power, and the rest of the world were meant to eat from their crumbles but what if a path that could defer this chain was what our protagonist, an handsome lad with flowing white hair decided to tread. The path of the sword and Bloodline.... ############ The cover of this book is not really mine, i found it on a site that offers free book covers

"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.

Greenish Race invaded the planet earth and destroyed everything, especially humans. Humans who survive crawl to the underground and create “weapons” to revenge. 100 “weapons” called HumanBot. Asher was one of the 100, the weakest or the luckiest, who knows? All the modified DNAs planted in his body were well-expressed. And not only that, but he also got a system—A mutant system. [The Mutant System has been granted] “You have 0 DNA essence in your bank.” “Unlocking DNA Extraction Skill Level 1.” [Cost: 0 DE] … Being the extraordinary human breed, will Asher and the HumanBot be able to bring back the glory for the human race?

In his final moments, he was given a chance to be back in the past by sacrificing his system. Clark promised himself that he would not let fate decide his future. … “Hey stop right there! Who are you? If you don’t have an appointment then you may leave” “Tell your master that I want to meet him” “Wait, Mister, Who are you?” “I am… Clark Montediore” His eyes glowed in the radiance of an amber. The mark of the Montediore. And that is how the missing child of Montediore came back. For his parents? For the love that he had for his family? For power? Of perhaps status? No, it is for something much more important than that.

In the mysterious Tower of Rebirth, Adrian Steele, once a ruthless mercenary, confronts a second chance at life. Together with a diverse group of lost souls, they embark on a perilous journey through 100 floors, where failure means eternal damnation. With Lila, a mysterious fairy, as their guide, they must overcome trials, form alliances, and battle their inner demons. Adrian's past haunts him, but through friendship and self-discovery, he finds hope. As they ascend, they realize their destinies are intertwined, and they must confront the embodiment of their former selves on the final floor.  Can they shed their dark pasts and embrace rebirth? This emotionally charged tale of redemption and transformation will grip your heart until the very end.

“You worthless piece of trash! I see prison life has messed with your brain! What makes you think Maggi was ever yours?!” Liam said vehemently. Byron clenched his fist bitterly, “I’m her husband.” Hearing those words, Maggi stood and threw her saliva on Byron's face. “It’s obvious poverty still hasn't let you be. Stop acting like a fool! I'm no wife to an Ex-convict!” After serving a jail term in place of his brother-in-law to please his wife, Byron gets out of jail and was greeted with a hot moan from his wife.

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.

"Sign it, Leon. A trash like you doesn't deserve to breathe the same air as the Miller family anymore." Leon Ardent looked at the divorce papers on the cold marble table. For three years, he had been the perfect house-husband. He cooked, he cleaned, and he endured the constant mockery of his wife’s wealthy relatives. He was the "Garbage Son-in-Law" of Northwood City. He did it all to fulfill a secret vow of humility. But today, the vow was over. "Is this what you truly want, Sarah?" Leon asked quietly. Sarah Miller didn't even look at him. She was busy leaning into the arms of Julian Vance, the billionaire heir who had promised her a throne. "I want a king, Leon. Not a servant. Take your cheap clothes and get out of my villa before the security throws you into the rain." Leon picked up the pen. With one swift stroke, he ended their marriage. As the clock struck midnight, the silent city of Northwood began to tremble. A fleet of black private jets darkened the sky, and hundreds of armored vehicles surrounded the Miller estate. The most powerful men in the world, people Sarah could only dream of meeting, knelt in the mud before the man she had just discarded. "Young Master! The three-year trial is complete! The Ardent Global Syndicate awaits your command!" Leon stepped over the divorce papers. The humble husband was dead. The Sovereign had returned. "Sarah," Leon whispered as he walked past his trembling ex-wife. "You wanted a king? Too bad. You just threw away the Emperor." Now, Sarah wants him back. Julian wants mercy. And the Miller family is begging for a crust of bread. But Leon Ardent is no longer the man who cleans floors.

Despite being dedicated to his job for several years, Asher Parker, a master mechanic, continues to be looked down upon and mistreated. Asher is only paid below the minimum wage standard. As if fate truly hates him, Asher discovers that his girlfriend, who has been taking most of the money from his salary, has cheated on him and broken up with him. Amid his despair, Asher experienced something out of his mind. His life was about to change drastically. [RING!] [Do you want to accept the consortium system? Yes/No] [Open mission: spend all the money available to change your fate. Become a super urban man!]

Despised by his wife she asked for a divorce after bringing another man home into their bed. The heavens seem to roar in fury and when thunder struck his phone, a new app was installed. *Infinite Wealth App: Congratulations New User, let's begin your rise to glory!* *Ding! New car has been awarded!* *Ding! User's bank account has been credited!* *Ding! Property awarded to user!* *Ding! Complete tasks and receive massive rewards!* When his ex wife sees him rise, she falls to her knees in regret. Those who put him down wish they could turn back the hands of time.