armada reviews novel

Transmigrating only to end up in the body of a notorious and blacklisted dated movie queen? Accused of bribery, plastic surgery, being a mistress and diva, and even having sex for favors? The number one spoiled and domineering queen returns with a vengeance! To kick out the movie kings and queens and to dominate the entertainment industry! Nothing will stand in the way of the empress to get rid of that bastard emperor—not even transmigration! But… F*ck! What the hell? That darn husband of hers is the spitting image of that bastard emperor…

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Maalick Gamble est le meilleur soldat sortant du processus de sélection du SAS, l'unité de force spéciale britannique. Son physique travaillée au fil des années liées à son génie tactique, lui auraient valut sûrement valu bon nombres de médailles et les remerciements de l'armée, s'il n'était pas obsédé par Happy Face. Tueur de masse considéré comme terroriste par les autorités du monde, il sévit depuis 20ans maintenant en commettant des explosions, prises d'otages, meurtres et d'autres crimes horrible qu'ils considèrent comme "art". Dont celui de sa figure maternelle, Margaret Gamble. Depuis le jour de sa mort, il n'a cessé de s'entraîner physiquement et mentalement pour atteindre son objectif. Lui mettre une balle dans la tête. Malheureusement le destin en à décidé autrement. Alors qu'il était dans son appartement, Maalick fut transportée en un clin d'œil dans une pièce entourée de personne qu'il n'avait jamais vu. Mais la chose la plus étrange à ce moment précis était la présence de cet homme qui se faisait appeler, le Designer. Il leur expliqua que les personnes ici présente, qu'il appelle candidat, seront transportés dans un monde fantaisiste appelé Lockarte avec des pouvoirs conférés par leur Entité ainsi que par le "système", car ils s'ennuient. Voyagez dans ce monde sombre avec Maalick, dans Armada. [ Information de l'Othaur : ] [ Uptate de 1 chapitre tous les jours à 18h00 sauf les week-end ]

Maalick Gamble is the best soldier to come out of the selection process of the SAS, the British special forces unit. His physique, honed over the years, combined with his tactical genius, would have earned him many medals and the thanks of the army, if he wasn't obsessed with Happy Face. A mass murderer considered a terrorist by the world's authorities, he has been on the rampage for 20 years now committing explosions, hostage taking, murders and other horrific crimes that they consider "art". Including that of his mother figure, Margaret Gamble. Since the day she died, he has been training physically and mentally to achieve his goal. To put a bullet in her head. Unfortunately, fate decided otherwise. While he was in his apartment, Maalick was transported in the blink of an eye to a room surrounded by people he had never seen. But the strangest thing at that moment was the presence of this man who called himself the Designer. He explained to them that the people here, whom he called a candidate, would be transported to a fantasy world called Lockarte with powers conferred by their Entity as well as by the "system", because they were bored. Travel to this dark world with Maalick, in Armada. [ Othaur information : ] [ Uptate of 1 chapter every day at 6:00 pm except weekends ]

When the System descended and turned Earth into a dungeon-crawling death game, most people got combat classes—Warrior, Mage, Rogue. Takeshi got something different: Corporate Drone. While others gained flashy skills and legendary weapons, he received a briefcase, a tie that never wrinkles, and abilities like [Overtime Exploitation] and [Meeting Scheduler]. His employer? The Black Company, a ruthless interdimensional corporation that treats dungeon diving like just another day at the office, complete with quotas, performance reviews, and mandatory unpaid overtime in monster-infested hellscapes. But Takeshi isn't complaining. In his old life, he survived Japan's most brutal work culture, mastering the art of endurance, efficiency, and turning corporate BS into actual results. Now, those same skills that made him a salaryman legend are his path to power. Every monster killed is a KPI met. Every dungeon cleared is a project completed ahead of schedule. The Black Company doesn't care if he lives or dies. His party members think his class is a joke. But Takeshi has spent years climbing corporate ladders built on backstabbing and impossible deadlines. And while other adventurers burn out chasing glory, he grinds forward with the relentless, soul-crushing determination only a black company veteran possesses. Because in a world where everyone else is playing hero, sometimes the key to reaching the top is knowing how to work the system—literally.

Zang Ruìnà died at twenty-two, face-down on a spreadsheet, her heart finally surrendering to a decade of sleepless nights and bottomless coffee. No heroics. No prophecy. Just another white-collar worker ground to dust by a system that had no use for her beyond what she could produce. She did not expect to open her eyes again. Now she is Reina, a forest elf of the Veridian Weald—slender, silver-haired, and burdened with memories not her own. In human reckoning, she is twenty-two. In elven years, she is young enough to be foolish and old enough to know better. The body she wears carries fading scars from a life she never lived: a skirmish with poachers, a fever that nearly claimed her, a mother who sang her to sleep beneath trees that glow with primal magic. But the world she has entered is no dream. Aethelgard is a land where magic flows like blood through the earth—and where every spell demands its price. The Arcane Conclave polices power with iron formulas and colder judgment. The Rootweaver Circle watches the forests with ancient, suspicious eyes. And the Order of the Mortal Coil hunts those who seek to cheat death, unaware that death has already spat one soul back into the light. Reina remembers spreadsheets and subway commutes. She remembers burnout, loneliness, the quiet desperation of modern life. Those memories should be useless here. Instead, they become her edge. When a conflict erupts between the druids of the Weald and the encroaching expansion of a Suncinder Basin trade cartel, Reina finds herself caught between two worlds that despise each other—and neither trusts an elf who thinks like a human. To survive, she must navigate political intrigues, bargain with fey spirits who sense something wrong about her, and confront the terrifying truth: magic can be learned, but its cost is written in flesh and soul. She came from a world that worked her to death. Now she must decide whether this one is worth living for.

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?

Olivia transmigrated from the apocalypse to the modern era. Not only that, her dimension and superpower came along with her. She felt that the good days were about to begin. But before she could be happy for even three days, the internet was flooded with posts slandering her. Advertisers and directors want to terminate her contracts, and her company wants to blacklist her? How could this be? She wanted to use the money to enjoy modern life to the fullest. Without money, how could she enjoy anything? So, who's slandering her online? I'll find you and dig up all your dirty secrets. Who wants to terminate her contract? Terminate it immediately. After termination, she'll go on to endorse international luxury brands instead. Terminating the script contract? Good, that's great! If the contract isn't terminated, how can she film the blockbuster drama of the year and win awards with it? Modern life is so wonderful, eating and drinking every day. There's just one tiny problem. Why are there suddenly two babies growing in her belly? And who is this ridiculously handsome man who appeared out of nowhere, claiming to be their father?

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."