armada novel

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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 ]

After waking from a car accident, professional esports player Ye Shaoyang found himself transmigrated into a mystifying A/B/O world where he was living as a noobish streamer. In order to support himself in this new life, Ye Shaoyang decided to return to his old job and climb the ranks in the esports world. With his outstanding talent, he quickly secured a contract with a prestigious club. But on his very first day with his new team, he unexpectedly presented as an omega right in front of the team"s captain Chi Shuo. Chi Shuo took his new teammate to the hospital for an examination. Afterwards, the boy looked up at him with a sheen of moisture in his eyes. The corners of his eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse as he rasped, "Captain, the doctor says I"m allergic to suppressants. Can you help me?" "...help you how?" Chi Shuo asked. Ye Shaoyang simply turned his back to Chi Shuo. "Just give me a temporary mark. Bite me here, thanks." Chi Shuo"s expression gradually crumbled. What was with this omega?! Was a mark something you could hand out so freely?! (taken from Novel Updates) DISCLAIMER!! This novel is not mine, please support the author if you can This translation is around 90% MTL. Read at your own risk. I just edit the MTL to make it more readable I try to make the names the same as the previous translator

"You should get up from where you fell down. Wifey, don't you want to hold your head high and show off in front of them in this life?" the man whispered close to the woman's ear, his tone full of temptation. "Are you really that kind?" The woman took a wary step back, completely unwilling to fall for it: "Those people aren't just anybody. Aren't they your dearest parents and siblings?" "Wifey, I am clear on who is close to me and who is distant. From now on, you and the children are the ones dearest to me." A pained look flashed in the man's eyes; it took him a lifetime and a painful price to finally understand—if he himself doesn't know how to fiercely protect his own wife and children, how can he expect others to hold them in any regard? This is actually a story where both the male and female leads are reborn, one after the other, and the male lead, after learning from his painful experience, ultimately undergoes a Cultivation to become a "loyal dog." With a spatial dimension and a superpower, see how Gu Nuan Nuan brings her mother along for a magnificent reversal in this life!

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

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—"

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.