megamind staring

hey my name is Kael Astorion Reinhardt.. So... I died. Yep. Real heroic. Real tragic. Saved someone. Got betrayed. Ten out of ten. Would not recommend. Now I’m reborn into a noble family I don’t remember joining, with a system that has the personality of a vending machine during a power outage. And the best part? I'm somehow engaged to multiple noble girls because of family oaths made before I could even walk. But hey—don’t overthink it. That’s my job. Yours is to read. I could explain more, but where’s the fun in that? Just open Chapter One. Laugh. Cry. Panic slightly. Then wonder why you’re addicted. Seriously. Stop reading the synopsis. Go read the book. Trust me—I live here now...... .... ....

Note: There will be some Adult rated chapters throughout this book. The focus isn't on these chapters but do understand this book has some Harem tendencies. ********* Uploads will be once or twice a weekday length of the chapter permitting and once on the weekend if time allows. Everyone is a critic so please give me your opinion. Thank you!! ********* Alistair was like any other 24 year old, except he wasnt. He had an unknown lineage and a tough time growing up. As far as he was concerned, his life started when he enlisted into the military. His military career was full of grousome battles where he saved countless lives and lost even more. After he got out he felt like a husk. It was a year before he could say he was turning around. He gained a beautiful roommate and even had a steady job at the local college. His life had started to turn around. Until the night he was engulfed in purple flames. A shadow had appeared in his house and changed Alistair's life. Now having what seems to be an unlimited power from an unknown origin and the start of a harém, Alistair's life was starting all over again.

So picture this— You’re skinny, kinda nerdy, and your only real skill is... crafting chairs. Not exactly hero material, right? Your family agrees. They tell you you’re useless, toss you out like expired cheese, and boom—now you’re alone in the woods with no food, no money, and probably an allergy to bark. Naturally, you walk into a random cave (because bad decisions build character), find a glowing ring, a crusty old hoe, and then—ding!—congrats, you’ve unlocked the most busted farming system in the multiverse. Welcome to your new life: farming with an overpowered hoe that can grow anything. Like... literally anything. Want sword trees? Chaos berries? Fire-breathing potatoes? You got it. And oh, there's a secret world you can plant in. No people. Just monsters, dragons, mystery chickens, and land that goes on forever. Our guy? He has no idea what he’s doing. But that’s what makes it fun. He’s gonna grow crops, build kingdoms, make friends with vampires, and maybe accidentally start a few wars—with vegetables. This isn’t your average “chosen one” story. This is the saga of a man, a hoe, and enough dirt to make God nervous. Ready to dive in? Good. Just don’t blame me when you start wishing your garden could shoot lasers

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Fake dating was her last resort to survive college. But for Solomon Day, it was just another "tedious task" to add to his list. In a world that constantly hurts her, can a boy who's always tired be the one to finally stand up? Artemis Silva is no stranger to chaos-from the brokenness of her home to the cruel hallways of the university. But when the torment from the bullies becomes too much to bear, she makes a desperate move: she asks the school's most lethargic genius, Solomon Day, to be her fake boyfriend. The catch? She has to be his personal assistant. As Artemis transcribes Solomon's essays and handles his chores, she begins to discover there is a hidden depth behind his perpetual exhaustion. It started as a simple deal for protection, but why does falling for a boy who's always asleep feel more dangerous than facing her bullies?

''You weren't too bad. You even managed to ruin my hair after all.''

Ninety percent of the stories are adapted from real experiences.

I have a younger sister. I can do anything for her. I can walk in the darkness, but she must bloom in the sun. But one day, my sister died. When she died, she still held a photo of a man in her hand. Very well. Now all the meaning of my remaining life is to make this person live in hell forever.

A collection of stories, about the ones we can't see but they can see us...

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"