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When you were six, you submerged your hands into the rice storage bin and imagined that you were practicing Iron Sand Palm after you finished watching a martial art film. When you were seven, you felt like you were the diplomat of your class just because you were the first one who greeted a new student at the beginning of the semester. When you were eight, you believed that you possessed clairaudience just because you could recognize that the approaching footsteps belonged to your parents who were coming home. … What would happen if all the fantasies you had during childhood became reality? Ji Ruo put his hands into the rice storage bin and… [Congratulations! You unlocked a martial art-related achievement by putting your palms into the rice bin.] [The skill you acquired: Iron Sand Palm (Entry Level)] [You can upgrade the skill by repeating the activation step and maximizing its familiarity. Fortune favors the diligent. Hang in there! Work hard!] The corner of Ji Ruo’s mouth twitched. He had a feeling that his system was not really normal. After pondering for a moment, he picked up a stick and headed towards the paddy field nearby…

Zombo country has had serious events among them a war in the galaxy is also a civil war is a revolutionary war, Zombo country will someday have peace, just read on to find out

O multiverso está morrendo. Universos estão colapsando. Linhas do tempo estão sendo apagadas. E algo antigo… começou a se mover nas sombras da realidade. No meio desse caos vive Tanguiragem, um jovem aparentemente comum. Mas existe um problema. Ele não deveria existir neste universo. Enquanto a verdade sobre sua origem começa a aparecer, forças absurdas começam a surgir: deuses esquecidos, monstros que devoram dimensões e seres capazes de destruir universos com um único pensamento. Entre eles existe um nome que até as entidades mais antigas temem. Zathar. O devorador de realidades. Um ser tão poderoso que até os deuses evitam pronunciar seu nome. Mas a guerra que se aproxima não será apenas entre deuses. Será uma guerra que decidirá o destino do multiverso inteiro. Aliados irão cair. Segredos serão revelados. E lendas nascerão no meio da destruição. Porque no fim… quando tudo estiver em ruínas… apenas uma lenda permanecerá. A primeira.

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One day, A strange mist arose. A sixteen year old girl, named Assana, fell victim to this mist along with a few others. After a few weeks, some people gained magical powers. They were now able to control a specific element. These kids were sent to an academy to learn how to control their powers. Despite this, many students find it hard to control their newfound powers. However, Assana was special. She was able to control multiple elements. Bad people are after her power, and it’s her job to protect herself while she fulfills the prophesy. Follow Assana as she learns why she was chosen to fulfill the prophesy, the secrets of the mist and maybe even find love.

"Qjiro Konoke was a selfish, high-life playboy until his angry fiancée cursed him to a gruesome death. Now, he's Ryu Drakheart, a 15-year-old prince in a beautiful fantasy kingdom, surrounded by a doting family, an adoring little brother, and a fiery fiancée. The new life is perfect... except for the curse: Any genuine act of love or affection directed at him triggers white-hot, debilitating pain. To survive—and to finally break the spell—the arrogant Ryu must learn the meaning of the very affection he spent his previous life exploiting. But when your little brother's hug feels like a branding iron and your fiancée's concern burns worse than fire, how do you learn to love?"

Three beautiful and intelligent 16 year old girls do everything in their power to achieve their big dreams meant to be fulfilled anywhere in Europe. As they grow up turning 16, they get the feeling of wanting to explore everything under the shadow of the wild scene. They crave and long for tatoos which they were secretly, pressure of multiple piercings, they want to go out on trips and be adventurous, they host secret parties without their parent's knowledge. They feel ready to explore their sexual fantasies, they meet their lifetime partners, and decide to go for a trip, in the name of having fun and being adventurous, up until one of the guys gets his dick cut mistakenly under the name of fun!

warning, this is mature content(+18), so please, kids and everyone below 18 should not watch this. After being betrayed and left for dead in a brutal Earth trench, special forces sergeant Yuta wakes up in the body of Lin Feng—the widely mocked, "useless" first prince of a decadent fantasy realm. Assiduated by his own brother for power, Lin Feng is brought back to life by a ruthless, god-tier Cosmic System. His first task? Marry the fallen, fire-scarred daughter of the North, Ye Xinyao. While the royal court scoffs at the union of two "broken relics," Lin Feng uses a legendary elixir to heal his bride. What emerges from the ashes is not a monster, but a peerless, breathtaking war goddess whose loyalty belongs solely to him. When the court pushes too far, Lin Feng shatters the kingdom's illusions with raw, military-grade dominance, bringing high elders to their knees. But the palace is too small a cage. With a portal tearing open the fabric of reality, Lin Feng and his fiercely possessive first wife plunge into the demonic warzone of Planet Soraku. Joined by the breathtaking sapphire-haired resistance commander, Lan Bing’er, Lin Feng must execute a planetary campaign. Side by side with two overwhelmingly powerful, fiercely jealous beauties who compete for his every glance, he will butcher the demonic legions, plant the Imperial Seed, and build an absolute empire across the stars. "Whoever speaks ill of my husband... will die."

It started on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Amelia and I were relaxing by our pool when a deep voice called from across the yard. “Hey, everyone!” Our neighbor Donald Stewards, a tall, sturdy widower in his forties, stood at the edge of our lawn, gardening shears in hand. Amelia, wearing a modest pink bikini that accentuated her voluptuous figure, instinctively ducked under the water. Later that evening, as I held my wife in bed, I teased her while moving inside her. “Did you notice Donald checking you out today?” She blushed. “You always imagine people staring at me.” “They do,” I whispered, thrusting deeper. “Especially him. The poor guy probably hasn’t seen action in years. You brightened his whole day.” Amelia’s breath quickened, her body responding with unexpected heat. “Tim… you’re terrible.” Weeks later, an accidental exposure through our bedroom window escalated everything. Then, A late-night visit to “help with a casserole” ended with Amelia’s hand wrapped around Donald’s enormous shaft, pumping him to a powerful climax while I secretly watched from the window. “Wow, Donald… you cum so much,” she whispered in awe. “Give me that large member!” she screamed. “I love it!”

Before Feng Yi ascended the throne, no one wanted to marry this prince who lacked presence and was out of favor. After his ascension, the harem was filled with the daughters of high-ranking court officials. They were an eyesore to look at and vexing to deal with. He felt that even favoring them would defile his own dragon body. He decided to choose a woman with a fiery, arrogant, domineering, and jealous nature to enter the palace, to cast all this "trash" into the Cold Palace on his behalf. Song Yunzhao had transmigrated to ancient times for fourteen years, all the while laying low and just trying to get by. She was just waiting for the plot to begin, then she would transform into a villainess—arrogant, domineering, fiery, and jealous—so that she would be rejected from the selection and could then choose a husband to live a carefree and happy life with. Later, Song Yunzhao watched as His Majesty smiled at her with immense indulgence and said, "Zhaozhao, come here." Song Yunzhao immediately felt that something was terribly wrong, a chill running up from the soles of her feet. The damned Emperor wore a gentle expression, but his eyes were as cold as ice; he clearly wanted to use her as his blade!