piltover

Tobi is a young man just out of Ardent Academy a school for mech pilots and engineers. After receiving a gift from an anonymous mech designer including a small fortune and a personal mech Tobi joins the E.M.C., the earthen mech core. After learning his new personal mech has made it impossible for him to pilot other mechs joining the striker division of the earthen mech core is the only option left to Tobi after his father swindled him out of his money.

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"No matter what happens, I'll be there to protect you, Blake Crimson" My soul has reincarnated to a different world due to protecting everyone from the terrorists. Eventually, I risked my life for the sake of my sister and killed most of the terrorist inside the room. My existence was praised and remembered as a hero who died a noble death. But for what cause? Fortunately, I befriended a peculiar person in another world who wished to be a hero. He was, in reality, up for the job, as I perceived his stats tremendously rising amongst the people in our village. By the time we went into our separate ways, our suburb was under attack by Demons. Non survived from the strafe. And there I saw my best friend, standing before the burning trees and houses, grinning as if amused from the sight before him.

Zhuang Rui, a small staff member of the pawnshop, changed his eyes in an accident. The beautiful ceramics, the ancient bronzes, and the thrilling gambling stones followed, and his life has changed dramatically. Eyes are full of life, wealth life.

Chang Le had long since accepted that this world did not operate on fairness. The Black Wind Mountain Range had just been reduced to rubble, sects were moving like wolves scenting blood, and beneath the calm surface of the cultivation world, undercurrents surged. Strength was everything. Without it, you were nothing more than drifting dust. And Chang Le? He could refine pills. That was the good news. The bad news was that every pill he refined carried a fatal edge. Inside the dim alchemy room, the furnace lid trembled as spiritual mist seeped through its seams. A rich, intoxicating fragrance spread outward—dense, pure, brimming with spiritual qi. Any cultivator would recognize it instantly: this was no ordinary elixir. Chang Le lifted the lid. Three pills lay quietly within, their surfaces glossy and faintly veined with crimson lines like living meridians. Spiritual light pulsed around them in steady waves. A Foundation Establishment cultivator standing nearby swallowed hard. His eyes burned with longing. “This… this aura…” His voice trembled. “It can really raise someone by two major realms?” Chang Le dusted off his sleeves, his white robe unruffled, expression calm. “It can,” he replied evenly. “Take it, and within a single incense stick’s time, your cultivation will soar—Foundation Establishment to Core Formation. Core Formation to Nascent Soul. No bottlenecks. No tribulation.” The man’s breathing grew ragged. “There’s no trick?” “There is,” Chang Le said. Silence fell. He picked up one pill between his fingers. Spiritual qi surged violently within it, as if barely restrained. “There’s a tiny side effect.” “How tiny?” “It may explode your meridians, shatter your dantian, and leave you dead before the spiritual qi even settles.” The cultivator’s face went pale. “Then how is that different from suicide?” Chang Le looked at him, gaze steady and almost pitying. “You think cultivating step by step will let you reach Nascent Soul?” His tone was mild, but every word struck like a hammer. “In this world, without opportunity, you’ll die nameless before you ever glimpse the peak.” Outside, the wind howled across broken mountains. Chang Le closed his fingers around the pill. “Life and death are separated by a single thought. If you survive, you ascend. If you fail…” He gave a faint smile. “Then it simply means your fate was insufficient.” In this cultivation world, survival had never been guaranteed. But neither had mediocrity.

Aaahhh! I almost screamed my lungs out. Looking at the appalling sight before me. The slit throat of my parents. Having lost her parents, tamilah tries best to be strong and independent and also to seek the murderers of her parent. Until she comes in contact with the well known Billionaire Zack Rodriguez. Zack Rodriguez CEO of the ARK COMPANIES which had chains of hotels, restaurants, pharmaceutical companies and chains of hospitals and oil and gas companies. What happens when he wants temilah as his mistress and got denied? Denial , love and the shock come in contact with each other. What happens?

Seingatku aku sudah mati, tapi mengapa aku masih bisa membuka mataku lagi? Dan menemukan hidupku seperti biasa? Tidak ada yang aneh tetapi...Rosemary....dia... Dia....berubah.... Dia menjadi jarang tersenyum kepada orang lain sekarang.... Pandangannya itu sangat dingin kepada orang lain... Akan tetapi sangat hangat kepadaku....Meskipun Aku suka kalau dia sangat hangat kepadaku....Tetapi Ini membuatku merasa semakin penasaran kepadanya.... Sebenarnya apa yang kau sembunyikan dariku?

Nadeen Fatin? Ya itu nama dia. Nama yang diberikan oleh ibu bapa dia dan ini kisah dia begitu juga pilihan dia. Dia yang memilih untuk bersama lelaki itu dan dia yang memilih untuk meneruskan hidup dia bersama lelaki itu. Tetapi dia yang akan menentukan sama ada hidup dia akan berakhir begitu ataupun tidak . Lelaki yang akan bersama dengan dia pula Naim Fawaz lelaki yang penuh misteri. Kenapa lelaki itu bersikap seperti ketakutan? Kenapa lelaki itu tidak dapat kebebasan yang dia inginkan? Logik atau tidak itu tidak pasti yang pasti lelaki itu benar benar ketakutan. “Awak dah bebas...kan?” – Nadeen Fatin “Belum.” – Naim Fawaz Sampai bila Naim akan hidup dalam ketakutan? Sampai bila pula Nadeen mampu menjadi lampu suluh bagi menerangi hidup Naim yang gelap gelita?

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—"

The first time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom died just as her bridal sedan chair arrived at his door. The second time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom was struck by lightning just as the auspicious hour arrived. Having been 'returned' twice, her ominous reputation spread throughout the surrounding villages, and it seemed she would be left on her family's hands. Her grandmother, who favored boys over girls, slapped her thighs and wailed, "What sins did I commit in my past life, that you can't even be sold for a single tael of silver!" Ji Huan: "...You might not believe this, but I'm destined for great fortune in the future." Yikes! There's a rule that "those who are unmarried by the age of seventeen will be assigned a husband by an official"? Not to worry, not to worry, I'll just find a fake husband to deal with it. That vagrant at the village entrance... if he cleans up, he's actually quite presentable. It'll be him!