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In the previous life, Silly Pillar was left with nothing by the entire courtyard and eventually died in a bridge hole, dismembered by wild dogs. At the moment before his death, he understood that he only had the fate of Dorgon, but not the wisdom of Cao Cao. Dorgon married a widow with a son, abdicated the throne, and ultimately fell to his death on horseback. He, an ordinary person, also married a widow with a son and was frozen to death in the bridge hole. Why is Cao Cao so wise? Look at the widow he married and did she take care of her son? No, no, no, say important things three times. In this life, he will never be Dorgon. Dorgon can't even handle widows. He can't keep me alive, and he doesn't have the wisdom of Cao Cao. And the widow also brought her own wicked mother-in-law, as well as a selfish and self-centered swordsman guard in the yard. He Daqing had a happy youth, middle age, and old age. Yi Juehu also had a happy old age, even Liu Dare enjoyed his old age peacefully. All of this was him, he gave them. And that little white eyed wolf He Yushui also lived a happy life. People say that it's better to have a beggar mother than an official father. She only has one brother, but she can still live a happy life without even collecting a corpse. Get lost. In this life, he wants to live well and won't care about the life of others. Let the animals in the yard fend for themselves.

Alternative Title – The System Won't Let Me Sever Fate A NEXT-GEN DARK FANTASY ISEKAI Kaviar Ka’eli’s life was defined by brilliance, solitude, and the curse of never missing. The world crowned him as its future. Olympic gold, World Cup. Praise numbed him. Victory bored him. Until one selfless act of saving a child in traffic shattered everything he was. He died without fear. And woke up without a name. Ripped from Earth into a realm of magic, oaths, and divine spectators, he reawakens inside a summoning circle. Memory gone. Past erased. Soul bound. The girl who summoned him, Princess Alteria Von Rimu, claims him as her Drakos: a protector, a tool, a borrowed being. But something is wrong. Someone is watching. Always watching. WHAT TO EXPECT: A protagonist with raw power, shaken identity, and no reverence for the world that demands he serve it A magic system where mana burns lifespan and speed means sacrifice A slow, psychological spiral: from elite athlete to bound weapon to awakened soul Interpersonal conflict, political tension, and ritual magic that obeys structure, not instinct The ghost of a name. The forging of another. Lore-heavy progression, fractured memory reveals, and emotional weight behind every power The fall of a star. The rise of a flame. Lux. Umbra. Verus. Fire is not freedom. It’s responsibility. created by. tani A.K ARC 1: “More Life” ONGOING

Destroyed and translocated into the body of a deceased, low-ranking disciple from an illustrious sect—formerly timid, cowardly, and utterly useless—Sun Kang, whose soul was randomly transplanted into this specific body by a soul-relocating treasure, will endeavor to cleanse himself of every inherited disgrace and shame. He aims to achieve this by overcoming all that once oppressed and intimidated the former easily frightened, frail, and vulnerable owner of the body he now inhabits. Coupled with an unwavering motive to reach the peak of power, where all living or sentient creations in his universe and far beyond will bow before him with total adoration, fear, and reverence due to the inestimable, vast physical strength and dread-striking, overflowing despotic powers he would possess, he will endeavor to subdue, suppress, surmount, or eliminate all odds that he would encounter in his unstoppable climb to the zenith stage. His ultimate goal? To become sovereign and supreme, looking down upon all things with contempt. Yet, would he be able to achieve this in his weak new form, especially in a world filled with immensely strong, power-thirsting, arrogant cultivators who believe that only the strong survive? A world where the weak are considered prey for the strong, thereby creating continual situations and unfolding events where opportunities to grow stronger, to greatly surpass one's peers, are lustfully, desperately, and brutally sought after, resulting in overwhelming chaos, mayhem, carnage, and havoc that has become the order of the day. To learn more, join Sun Kang on his arduous journey to attain the pinnacle of power. He will embark on endless and perilous explorations into forbidden, abandoned, or sealed malevolent otherworldly sites, as well as uncharted concealed regions and dangerous miniature dimensions. These locations could instantly destroy him, but he is relentless, fearless, indefatigable, and overly curious in his quest for primal ancestral treasures of devastating potency, enormous amounts of exceedingly rare supreme sovereigns' cultivation manuals, and perfect cultivation resources. And, supported by numerous formidable entities—massive and astronomically powerful, highly intelligent cosmic creations that inhabit his body, including possession of the transcendent-tier superior Battle Art and All-Firmament-Severing treasure-sword of an unstoppable, venerable grandmaster Sovereign who is infinitely skilled in the fearsome, ominous, and domineering 'Ways of the Severing Sword', as well as owning thousand other sterling combat skills of devastating effectiveness, Sun Kang will endeavor to overwhelmingly subdue, ruthlessly humiliate, and mercilessly obliterate countless talented cultivation experts of diverse cultivating races or tribes that will act as obstacles or barriers to his acquisition of a vast and limitlessly great, tyrannical divine power. By all means possible, he must become a revered, radiantly dazzling, dreadfully imposing, and majesty commanding 'Supreme Warrior God'—an aspiration he has always harbored since little where he will possess the capability to instantly split, sunder, or rend apart every unbounded heavenly layer, realm, or dimension with disdainful ease!

For the past two years, I, Cerys Thorne, have endured Kiera’s torment. Kiera, the sister of my fated mate, Maddox Volkov, the Alpha of the Volkov pack. Using the trauma from a rogue attack two years ago, she forced me to claw at the hard-packed earth. Later, she made me slap myself in front of the entire pack. She even made me kneel in the biting cold outside the territory on a full moon night. Each demand was more outrageous and vicious than the last. "It's all your fault! If you hadn't been clinging to Maddox, I never would have been attacked!" Kiera stood on the cliff's edge, her wolf thrashing with agitation, a crazed glint in her eyes. "Now! Take this silver dagger and carve off that disgusting mark bonding you to Maddox!" "Still not moving?" Kiera suddenly pressed the dagger to her own wrist. "Then I'll die right in front of you! Let's see how you explain that to Maddox!" I closed my eyes, my shoulders slumping in defeat. "Don't move. I'll do it." I took the gleaming silver dagger as Kiera's wolf watched me, a low growl rumbling in her chest. Under her menacing gaze, I pressed the blade to the mark on my arm. The searing pain of silver nearly made me pass out. I carved into my own flesh, forcefully erasing the sacred totem. Only then did Kiera leave, a satisfied smirk on her face. I collapsed to the ground, panting in agony, staring at the mangled, blurry mark on my arm. I pulled out my phone and sent a message to Maddox: "Maddox, you need to take Kiera to see the healer. Today, she..." The message was marked as read, but he never replied. I stared at the screen for a long, hollow moment. Finally, I pushed myself to my feet and decided to see the pack's Elder.

Born in the outskirts of Emperias, Esther is a selfish, naive, and arrogant young man. All he has ever known is the the care of his religious grandparents. His dreams and goals were things he hardly considered, only taking the few things he could in life that would push him towards continuing on. When his grandparents die due to the attack of a madman, Esther sets out to gain the power to protect himself and those he cares about. Along the way he will discover that the divine may not be as fictitious as he thought. Esther has one goal: find his reason for living. He plans to do whatever is necessary to attain what he wants. No one will stop him from that. Join the discord for community updates and news about any current or future novels I'm writing: https://discord.gg/SsNpCFaBqm

Sultan was absent when the gods divided good-fortune among mankind. So, he should have foreseen the consequences when an attractive and alluring lady gifted him a piece of cutting-edge technology. a rarity that is only reserved for the privileged and wealthy. Before the day ends, as he prepares dinner that evening, the steep price of this gift reveals itself, and it’s one he isn’t willing to pay. Finding himself inexplicably vanishing and transported to a strange and perilous land, Sultan must now confront traumatic experiences, brutal and relentless challenges, hideous creatures, and abnormal individuals with uncanny traits and abilities. What’s more, the hidden side of the world turns out to be far vaster and more mysterious than he ever imagined. While most of the Populace remains obliviously in the dark, The Earth itself has changed: new, uncharted lands teeming with hellish creatures and unique resources have appeared out of thin air. A great and divine-like entity known as The Host has descended, bestowing supernatural abilities upon humanity and subjecting them to arduous, nearly insurmountable trials. As The Host locks its gaze on Sultan , impossible tasks and seemingly unachievable challenges come his way. Even the extraordinary power he receives, while deceptively simple, demands its own twisted atonements. Armed with nothing but his cooking knife, Sultan embarks on a journey that could end as abruptly as it begins or lead him to a place of legend and myth. The choice is now his to make: succumb to the challenges of The Host, faltering as one of its endless failures, or rise above them to carve his destiny in a world transformed beyond recognition.

I am the Luna of the Ironclaw Pack. During a battle, I was captured by rogues while covering my mate's escape. During my absence, the Alpha of the Ironclaw Pack—my mate, Thane Ironclaw—fell in love with an orphaned she-wolf. Her name was Clarissa Dane. By the time I fought my way back to the Ironclaw Pack, he had already branded over our sacred mate mark, scarring it with Clarissa's name. Even my own son, Milo, whom I had shielded with my life, snarled at me. Heartbroken, I appealed to the Werewolf High Council. Under immense pressure, Thane was forced to exile Clarissa. She died a violent, accidental death shortly after. From that moment on, Thane, my son, my mother, and even the entire pack saw me as the villain. Later, the pack was annihilated in a war. I was offered as a sacrifice and publicly beheaded with a silver axe. Thane died trying to save me, but his last words were a plea for me not to disturb his and Clarissa's happiness in the next life. I tearfully agreed, and then my own execution followed. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the very day I first returned to the pack.

My Alpha, Julian Thorne, and I were secret mates for ten years, and I was carrying his pup. He had just agreed to hold a bonding ceremony to make our relationship public. The condition was that his childhood friend, Clara Vance, would join us on the altar. Just as we stood before the Moonlight Altar, moments before the ceremony was complete, he suddenly demanded a pause. He stepped down from the altar and pulled Clara, dressed in a pristine white gown, from the crowd of wolves. In front of all our pack members, he took her hand, led her onto the altar, and said, "I once made a blood oath to Clara that I would one day bestow the pack’s honor upon her with my own hands." A tearful Clara threw herself into Julian's arms, then turned to his parents and said, "Mr. Thorne, Mrs. Thorne. Even though I can't be Julian's mate, I still want to call you Father and Mother just once." She turned, and in a gesture of pure possession, lightly kissed Julian's wrist. The pack members growled, their whispers a wave of shock and anticipation, all waiting to see me become a laughingstock. However, I simply smiled and removed the moonstone pendant from my neck—the symbol of a Luna. I placed it around Clara's neck myself. "Who says you can't be his mate? Since you love this oath-breaking Alpha so much, he's all yours."

I am the fated mate of Corbin Vaughn, the Alpha of the Vaughn Pack. Ever since our bonding ceremony, he’s been obsessively affectionate, making a show of his love for me at every turn. I thought he loved me so much he just had to let the whole world know. Until one night, I overheard a conversation between him and his Beta: "I have enemies everywhere, both in the human world and in ours. There's danger lurking around every corner." "The only way I can protect Cassandra is if everyone thinks Rosalind is my weakness." "Make her the shield, and Cassandra will be safe." So, all this time, all the pain he'd put me through... it was nothing but a sick joke. Fine. If it’s a game he wants, I'll play.

For seven years, I thought my boyfriend, Titus, was just an ordinary werewolf historian. I kept it a secret from everyone and flew nearly two thousand miles to the Thorne Group's annual gala, wanting to give him a surprise. But there he was on the giant screen: not just the Alpha CEO of the group, but standing beside his Luna, who was being honored as the "Charity Ambassador of the Year." What was worse... The Luna, an elegant woman named Evangeline, picked up the microphone amidst thunderous applause. Smiling, she made an announcement. She and Titus were expecting their first child. The camera zoomed in for a close-up on Titus. He wore a gentle smile I had never seen before: the smile of an Alpha. It was the tender, self-satisfied smile of a powerful man. That was the man I had loved for seven years. And just a few days ago, he had been kissing my photo during a video call, telling me in that familiar, deep voice, "Rowan, you are my only moonlight."