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Wenn Sie sich nicht sicher sind, ob Sie mein Buch lesen möchten, oder Missverständnisse haben, überprüfen Sie bitte meine aktualisierte Rezension. Discord: https://discord.gg/cr2KvAPwEm *** Rael hat es richtig vermasselt. Nach einer leichtsinnigen Wette war der gesamte Notfallfonds seiner Gilde verschwunden. Mit Schuldeneintreibern, die bereit waren, seine Organe zu ernten, war seine einzige Hoffnung ein letzter Gacha-Zug. Und zu seiner echten Überraschung gewann er zum ersten Mal seit langem tatsächlich etwas. Ding! [Herzlichen Glückwunsch! Spieler: Quarterpounder69 hat den Gegenstand (Göttlich) erhalten, Auge der Bestie!] [Göttlicher Gegenstand erhalten! Alle Werte +250] [Erster göttlicher Gegenstand erhalten! Alle Werte +100] [Neuer Titel freigeschaltet! [Himmlische Anziehung] (Göttlich)] Ohne andere Wahl konsumierte er den Gegenstand, nur um in eine Situation geworfen zu werden, der sich noch nie ein Spieler gegenüber sah. [Um Fairness zu gewährleisten, wähle bitte eine zufällige Zahl. Diese wird bestimmen, welche Boss-Monster-Variation du wirst.] 'Äh, ich weiß verdammt nochmal nicht? 69... hmm, vielleicht nicht...' [Bestätigt.] 'Warte—' [Herzlichen Glückwunsch! Du hast die Spezial-Typ Boss-Monster-Variation gewählt: Der Pay-to-Win Boss.] [Herzlichen Glückwunsch! Du bist zu einem Bossmonster geworden!] Ausgestattet mit übermächtigen Vorteilen wie [Premium-Leveling], [Premium-Evolution] und [Premium-Shop] wurde Rael in die Welt des VRMMORPG-Spiels geworfen, das er gespielt hatte. Das Problem war, er reiste zurück in der Zeit, genauer gesagt, 150 Tage vor dem Launch von Version 1.0.

IMPORTANT!!! If you are unsure if you want to read my book or have some misconceptions, please check out my updated review. Discord: https://discord.gg/cr2KvAPwEm *** Rael screwed up badly. One reckless gamble later, and his guild's entire emergency fund was gone. With debt collectors ready to harvest his organs, his only hope was a single leftover gacha pull. And to his genuine surprise, for the first time in a while, he actually won something. Ding! [Congratulations! Player: Quarterpounder69 has obtained the (Divine) Grade item, Eye of the Beast!] [New title unlocked! [Heavenly Attraction] (Divine)] With no other choice, he consumed the item, only to be thrown into a situation no player had ever faced before. [To ensure fairness, please select a random number. This will determine which boss monster variation you become.] 'Uh, I don't f*cking know? 69... hmm, maybe not...' [Confirmed.] 'Wait—' [Congratulations! You've chosen the Special-Type Boss Monster Variation: The Pay-to-Win Boss.] [Congratulations! You've become a Boss Monster!] Armed with broken perks like [Premium Leveling], [Premium Evolution], and [Premium Shop], Rael was thrust into the world of the VRMMORPG game he had been playing. The issue was, he went back in time, specifically, 150 days before the launch of version 1.0.

Nathan Hill adopted a very obedient little thing who dares not go west when he tells her to go east. She treats him as her heaven and loves him with all her heart. But he took away one of her kidneys for his first love. A few years later, she achieved greatness and ultimately cross paths with him at the top. He said: I regret letting you leave me! She said: I never regretted leaving you!

I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn. ***WORLD'S BEST STORY2014*** Her mom's a witch. Her dad's a demon. And she just wants to be ordinary. I batted at the curl of smoke drifting off the tip of my candle and tried not to sneeze. My heavy velvet cloak fell in oppressive, suffocating folds in the closed space of the ceremony chamber, the cowl trapping the annoying bits of puff I missed. I hated the way my eyes burned and teared, an almost constant distraction. Not that I didn't welcome the distraction, to be honest. Anything to take my mind from what went on around me. Being part of a demon raising is way less exciting than it sounds. Sydlynn Hayle's teen life couldn't be more complicated. Trying to please her coven is all a fantasy while the adventure of starting over in a new town and fending off a bully cheerleader who hates her are just the beginning of her troubles. What to do when delicious football hero Brad Peters--boyfriend of her cheer nemesis--shows interest? If only the darkly yummy witch, Quaid Moromond, didn't make it so difficult for her to focus on fitting in with the normal kids despite her paranormal, witchcraft laced home life. Add to that her crazy grandmother's constant escapes driving her family to the brink and Syd's between a rock and a coven site. Forced to take on power she doesn't want to protect a coven who blames her for everything, only she can save her family's magic. If her family's distrust doesn't destroy her first.

In a world where the chosen one has defeated the demon lord and brought peace to the realm, now 500 years have passed since the demon's defeat. Aetheria, the world, appears peaceful, but is it truly so?

"Sister, just give up. The Harrell Family will never acknowledge a child born to a mute." The young woman with half-exposed shoulders locked her out of the house. She was considered the young mistress of the Harrell Family, yet her life had become a laughingstock. Her inability to speak led to the Harrell Family losing face. Leo Harrell never once acknowledged her as his wife, but instead, he placed the Mediated Agreement on her bedside every day. With a check worth ten million... signing the agreement meant she could gain her freedom. When they met again, he cornered her with a child in tow: "Isabelle Cloud, do you think I still have a chance?"

Others' impression of Emperor Bo is: aloof, terrifying, and indifferent. Tong Yan's impression of Emperor Bo is: spoils her, spoils her, spoils her. Emperor Bo won the Global Best Actor Award, and during an interview, a reporter asked: "Emperor, what do you think is the most romantic thing?" Emperor Bo smiled slightly: "The most romantic thing I can think of is giving her the best!" Women across the country were moved to tears, crying out and begging to marry him. But Tong Yan gritted her teeth: Best, my foot! This book is also known as 'How the Emperor Spoils His Wife.'

[COMPLETED] ---------- After the sudden death of her boyfriend, Leslie Song has been single-handedly raising her precious little daughter Calliope. It’s a difficult life, but it’s a happy one. A freak accident puts an end to that. As Leslie lies dying on the road, watching Calliope breathe her last, she curses her helplessness. Calliope’s crochet fox seems to hear her. It opens its mouth and asks, “Do you want to see your daughter again? If so, follow me. Her soul has already left for another world.” Leslie agrees. That’s the last thing she remembers before losing consciousness. When she opens her eyes again, she finds herself—or rather, her soul—standing beside her unconscious body on a hospital bed. “How is this supposed to help me find Calliope!” she exclaims. “This is not your body. Your body is dead. This is my original host, Charlene Li,” explains the toy fox. “You can possess her body to find Calliope, but if you do, you must finish her uncompleted mission for her.” “And what mission is that?” “To marry the second most eligible CEO in the city.” ‘This,’ Leslie concludes, ‘is a scam.’ But she has no other choice. ********** Meanwhile, the second most eligible bachelor in the city, Calix Xu, is patting himself on the back for thwarting his grandmother’s attempts to marry him off. After exhausting all of his tricks and excuses, he has resorted to marrying the comatose daughter of the Li family. Calix smiles, pleased with himself, "Aren't I smart? Grandmother can do nothing now." But… why is he seeing his newly-wedded wife hovering beside her own body? Before he can react, his wife—the moving one—floats towards him. "Husband! Help me find my child!" “Your child?” Calix asks weakly before doing the only reasonable thing he can do in such a situation. He faints. ---------- WSA 2024 entry! Commissioned cover and character images by yuuri_e (Instagram)

There's nothing wrong with Adelaide's life. There's nothing wrong with being cheated on. After all, half of marriages end in divorce and most end from infidelity. There's nothing wrong with getting addicted to an otome game. After all, everybody has something they're obsessed with. There's nothing wrong with reincarnating as the villainess instead of the heroine. After all, the villainess is richer and more powerful. There's nothing wrong with the villainess chasing after one of the love interests. After all, it's not like he's the canon route. There's nothing wrong with Ophelia's life.

[Undead Synthesis | Entry Fusion | Ruthless | Witch Transformation | Slight Yuri Undertone] This world is insane. Gods who’ve lost themselves. Witches who’ve stolen divinity. A Church that publicly worships gods — yet secretly covets their power. Nobles who appear honorable — yet devour people whole behind closed doors. If one were to summarize the entire continent’s history in a single phrase, it would be: “The weak are prey, and profit rules all.” Earthling Hemu reincarnated into such a rotten world — as a minor lord despised by all nobles. Assassinations, ambushes, poisonings, false accusations, rebellions — there’s no “most devious,” only “more devious.” Fortunately, the Transmigrator Administration Bureau hadn’t forgotten to hand out cheats: the ability to plunder others’ entries, fuse entries into stronger ones, and raise an invincible army of the undead. Since the ruling class refused to play fair, she decided to flip the entire board instead. “Assassinate me? Fine — I’ll slaughter your whole family.” “Frame me? Then don’t blame me for framing you back.” “Rebel against me? Too bad — I already control your soldiers.” Manipulating souls, rewriting minds, constructing a Soul Network and building an Underworld in another realm, using alchemy to forge titanic giants, modifying bloodlines to create the ultimate race — and when technology wasn’t enough, she’d simply fuse entries to break all limits. Step by step, she ascended the path to godhood. Yet, who could have foreseen — that the world’s calamity, the ruler of death, the “Little Western Lord” of Heim, the eternally youthful Loli Reaper, the legendary Death Witch, Hel Heim — would one day come to regret most of all the moment she placed upon herself that damned [Witch] entry.