berlin graphic novel

Menegakkan keadilan dengan melakukan pembunuhan berantai terhadap para penjahat. Berlin Assassin membunuh para penjahat untuk menegakkan keadilan.

Di sebuah dunia di mana yang terlihat hanyalah sebuah panggung, Berlin memilih untuk memimpin dari balik tirai. Dilahirkan di sebuah gang sempit di Manggarai yang gelap dan dipenuhi debu kemiskinan, Berlin Adikara tumbuh dengan satu keyakinan: dunia ini tidak adil, dan keadilan tidak akan datang bagi mereka yang hanya menunggu. Tanpa suara dan tanpa identitas, ia menaiki tangga menuju dunia yang penuh dengan manipulasi. Politik, ekonomi, dan teknologi—semuanya hanyalah alat dalam permainan yang lebih besar. Tetapi siapa sebenarnya yang menggerakkan bidak-bidak catur di balik layar? Berlin tidak mencari pahlawan atau keajaiban. Ia menciptakan jalannya sendiri—dengan tangan yang terluka dan pikiran yang tak terpengaruh. Namun, di dunia di mana setiap kekuasaan diselimuti oleh bayangan, harga yang harus dibayar bukan hanya darah… tetapi juga kemanusiaan.

After committing murder, she wakes up with the same name and face in a world that is not hers.

In post-WW2 Berlin, Henny grieves for her fallen lover, Anna, killed by an Allied bomb. As she joins other women rebuilding their shattered city from its ash-grey ruins, Henny recalls happier times and finds her eye caught by a young woman in a green dress.<br><br>Ruth is too young to remember the heyday of pre-war Berlin, when the bars were full of handsome women and pretty boys, but perhaps her youthful spirit and optimism can bring Henny to hope for the future.

Across all ages and eras, every man at one point of his life wish to face a battlefield at least once in his life. No matter the outcome—even if it means standing alone against thousands and dying in the end—that is the glory many men are born to pursue. I am no different. Yet I was born in an age where peace reigns. But fate intervened, and I awoke in the body of a young German boy—years before the World Wars begin. This is my chance to fight. From this moment on, I will be the one who shapes the course of history, the world, and its wars. I will become a general. ............... I know Sypnosis suck but please give it a try, who knows you may like it? No Smut No Harem Story is based on history but I may change some things accordingly to adhere to some guidelines. Read it if you like historical novel, history, works wars, etc.

Someone was licking down her neck. It must be part of a dream… a very vivid one. Electrical impulses sprung up through the blood vessels of her body. “It’s you who planned tonight, but you’re treating me as if I’m the unscrupulous one.” “What the hell?!” I had to give up saying any more words. It was strangely stimulating. It was like she was wearing someone else’s body and not her own. Her gaze stopped on the snake-shaped tattoo on his forearm. “Um, maybe… Of course not… You’re not Red Ross, the Duke of Vermont, are you?” “What answer do you want to hear? Do you mean you want to erase the night you spend with me from your mind?” Red Ross, the Duke of Vermont, married Berlin of the Aphrin family. She was a villain who died a year after doing all kinds of evil, without ever being loved. War, famine, raids by demons, natural disasters… A list of misfortunes that she had described for fun at random came to mind. “I’ll leave in a year. I’m a different person now.” It was unfair, but since the novel was written by me, I tried to change it somehow. But the original male lead is now obsessed with me?

A story compilation of the love journey of an Accountant and a Graphic Designer

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?"

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!