mewtwo tera raid

WARNING! THIS NOVEL CONTAINS A RIDICULOUSLY OVERPOWERED MC. DO NOT! I REPEAT, DO NOT, READ! Unless you're into that shit. This ain't no slow burn, weak to strong, tease. My boy is basically strong from the get go. The premise of my novel is emphasising the idea of the phrase, 'don't judge a book by it's cover.'. The moment you tap and start reading the first chapter, expect an MC who is rarely ever going to lose, one who only seems weak based on the standards on strength that the rest of the world operates by. Expect an MC who goes against reason, common sense and everything in between. If that ain't your speed, that's totally cool. But if it is, welcome aboard. Synopsis: 76 years ago, the world changed. Or rather, should I say it evolved? Even so, this, "evolution" came at a price. Or maybe, the 'price' is what caused the evolution in the first place. What is this 'price', you ask? An invasion. Monsters from another world. Creatures we've only known through fork lore, myths and fantasy novels. They came from portals, known as Dungeon Gates, threatening all of mankind as we knew it. So in order to fight this catastrophe, the evolution happened. Half of the world's already large population Awakened as superhumans with Skills, Spells and Special Attacks all so they could pass through the Gates, enter the Dungeons and clear them. One by one. Thus marked the beginning of the Great Age Of Warriors. Name's Raid. And I'm one such Warrior. Now here's the kicker. I'm an F-Rank. The first one in history. Due to my low Mana Capacity, I could only choose one Class. The infamous Blacksmith Class. A Class no one even looked at twice, because weapons of mass destruction can easily be created with today's technology without much hassle. Now I'm faced with the reality of being seen as the weakest Warrior of all time, but you know what? To hell with it all. I'll make the most of the cards I've been dealt, even if those cards are...pretty shitty cards. I'll show all those High-Ranked Warriors what's what. They'll know my name whether they want to or not. Tag along for the ride if you're interested. Because once I get going, I'm not stopping until I reach the top.

By day, an academy cadet; by night, a thief. I possessed the villain in the game. There is only one way to survive. “Raid The Academy.” THIS IS A TRANSLATION AND IF THE ORIGINAL OWNERS WANTS IT TO BE TAKEN DOWN PLEASE CONTACT ME.

Aaron a 17 year old a drop out with no job and no home he begins to rob people with luxuries as he did the man in their home shot him in in the chest multiple times as Aaron persist on living but died as later on god gave him second chance but Aaron has no wish to join an army instead he wishes to join night raid

If you are reading this, it must've begun. The spark as been ignited and it's just a matter of time before it becomes a flame. When the world began, Human's existed, there's no reason to explain the reason for their existence. But even without it, it's hard to neglect their nature. Humans are only driven by desire, most of those desires are guided by sins. They tainted the world in sins, and brought unto themselves , judgment. Lifes were obviously taken, laws were broken but still they survived. Most of who survived gained access to power that was never meant to appear. Because, even such judgement had to be fair. In the end, the judgement will only start when the flame is lit and ends when all sins are cleansed.

Some say he's the rat's droppings in the cultivation world, disrupting righteousness and order, causing chaos among the Dao sects! Some say he's the biggest scum in Southern Zhanbu Province, colluding with demonic forces, deceiving and committing all sorts of evils! To all the slander, Fang Xing responds: 'That's right, I'm indeed that legendary rat's droppings. Any issues with that?

NULL: The Raid That Never Ends No one has ever cleared NULL. The dungeon—if it can even be called that—rejects strength, mocks talent, and devours heroes. Elite guilds collapse inside it. Legendary hunters die without leaving bodies behind. Every raid ends in failure, and every failure leaves scars on the world outside. Eiran Holt is not strong. He is a support-type leader with no offensive abilities and no hope of carrying a team on his own. His only talent is guiding others—organizing formations, making decisions under pressure, and holding people together when everything begins to fall apart. But in NULL, everyone who follows him eventually dies. Each raid ends the same way: teammates falling one by one, their trust placed in Eiran until their final moments. And with every death, something is recorded—not power, not stats, but memory. Experience paid for in lives. Guilds call him cursed. Survivors call him heartless. Analysts call him an anomaly. Yet raid after raid, Eiran reaches deeper than anyone else. As NULL adapts, twists, and begins to recognize him, Eiran is forced to confront a question no one else will ask: If a dungeon cannot be cleared, is it still worth leading people into it? This is not a story about conquering a tower. It is a story about leadership, loss, and the cost of staying behind when everyone else is gone.

A young man has lived his whole life inside a mysterious dungeon that others fear to enter. While countless cultivators see it as a deadly trial, for him it’s just home—where he fishes, cooks, and naps. What others worship as sacred relics or ancient beasts, he casually treats as food or furniture. Yet every word and action he makes is mistaken as divine wisdom, and all realms now kneel before him as the “Ancient God Emperor”… while he only wants to fish in peace.

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.

Feng Qing, a top surgeon from the 21st century, wakes up in a body no one wants — married off to Rong Ling, the most powerful Regent in Dayan, a man who makes it abundantly clear: "Do you think you're worthy of marrying this king? Foolish." While he keeps his distance, she keeps herself busy, saving lives with medical knowledge centuries ahead of its time, collecting debts from those who wronged the original body's owner, and planning her exit strategy. Later, he became the New Emperor— "Qing Qing, from now on, you are my Empress." "Not interested."