the hand beatdown

Lin Chen ist in eine Welt gereist, in der Bestienmeister durch Meditation Bestien-Zähmungsräume öffnen können, was ihnen erlaubt, Geistbestien als Partner zu binden. Im Gegensatz zu anderen erweckt Lin eine besondere Fähigkeit--[Blutlinie Goldene Hand], die es ihm ermöglicht, seine Bestien besser zu entwickeln. Jetzt ist er dabei, seine erste Bestie zu kaufen. "Xiaobai, dieser Kunde möchte dich berühren, ist das in Ordnung?" Die Verkäuferin lächelt warmherzig. "Muh~~" Die Plowhorn-Bestie muht einmal und zeigt mit ihrem Huf auf das nahegelegene Wasserbecken. "Was bedeutet das?" fragt Lin Chen. "...Es bedeutet, dass du dir zuerst die Hände waschen solltest", sagt die Verkäuferin verlegen.

Lin Chen has traveled to a world where Beastmasters can open Beast Taming Spaces through meditation, which allows them to contract Spirit Beasts as partners. Unlike others, Lin awakens a special talent--[Bloodline Golden Hand], which allows him to better evolve his Beasts. Now, he's going to purchase his first Beast. "Xiaobai, this customer wants to touch you, is that okay?" The saleswoman smiles warmly. "Moo~~" The Plowhorn Beast moos once and points its hoof at the water basin nearby. "What does that mean?" Lin Chen asks. "...It means you should wash your hands first," the saleswoman says awkwardly.

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The protagonist possesses mysterious medical skills and becomes a famous doctor, able to cure various diseases and even fight against death.

In this era where Mecha and muscle collide, Lu Xun takes the stage with the "All-Knowing Right Hand" capable of analyzing all things. The hand also allows him to fuse with Projection of ten thousand races: Orge Race, Elf, Giant Dragon, Undead, Demon Race, Giant, Beastman... "Is Mecha the romance of men? No... there's also muscle!"

What happens to a world of Magic and Dragons when a cultivator bursts into their universe? What about when a cultivator is raised right under their noses? How do Wizards and High Elves, Dungeons and Dwarves, fare against an unknowing cultivator and the Laws of the Universe? Epochs ago an Immortal left his inheritance behind on a dying plane of existence. Now, at the edge of what was once desolate world, the immortals inheritance is about to make himself known. And his name is Noone. An original cultivator of his world, unguided, and unrestrained. Noone is the powerless child of a civilazation locked away at the edge of the world. When tragedy occurs, and his world is turned around, he inherits the Will of The Ancestor. An ancient legendary being who protected the conclave of Tapestry, until the desolate world above would become re-inhabitable. --------------- IMPORTANT: This is a long-form narrative. If you don't enjoy slower-paced world building then this isnt the novel for you. NOT: a systems/reincarnation story ================== Discord! https://discord.gg/J9PyhA5 Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/LukeisAurelius

Far from the world he knows, he’ll find a home. Among strangers, he’ll find acceptance. And in the arms of an unexpected man, he’ll find love.<br><br>Young Billy Strobaw comes West to escape the stigma of his Tory family. In the Dakota Territories, he encounters the Yanube warrior Cut Hand. Billy’s attraction to the other man is as surprising as the Yanube perspective on same-sex love. Unlike Europeans, the Siouan tribe celebrates such unions. Billy and Cut Hand can live as partners and build a life together, which Billy agrees to do.<br><br>As Billy struggles to acclimate to a very different culture, quickly discovering the Yanube have as much to teach him as he has to impart to them, a larger struggle is brewing. The white man is barreling through the Great Plains, trampling underfoot anyone who stands in his way. As a leader of his people, Cut Hand must decide whether it will be peace or war.<br><br>In a historical romance taking place against the epic backdrop of the early American West, where a single spark can ignite a powder keg of greed, lust for power, and misunderstanding, one man must find his place in history and his role in the preservation of all he has come to value.

Alex had a bright future ahead of him after a terrible life as an orphan, but Truck-kun had other plans—blablabla and all the Isekai/Transmigration stuff you already know. Alex's problem is that he's an outcast in this new world, but at least he now has a Devil's Hand System. Waiting in line? No, sir. Working 9 to 5 for pennies? Not in the slightest. Waiting for the beautiful girl to notice him? No, no, no. Alex will leave his mark in this new world. Oh, one more thing: the apocalypse countdown is at [365 days, 22 hours, and 25 minutes.] Better hurry, Alex. - 1-2 Chapters every day 1000-1600 words If you have any questions, just ask me. The story has a harem tag because I want to keep possibilities open, and I'm already hinting at it from the early chapters. However, don't expect explicit content or romance just for the sake of it. The story is told in a way that makes sense for the journey, not just to bait you into paying.

[Travel through books + space + confiscation of homes and exile + farming + sweet pets...] Good news: Ye Qingran has passed through books! Bad news: Exile at the start! Not afraid, she used space to take over the palace. Robbers and assassinations swarm on the road to exile. Are there difficulties and dangers? Impossible. On her way to exile, she was as safe and comfortable as traveling! Don't panic when you arrive in the North, grow food, build cities, and build a paradise step by step. But what happened to the man who kept coming up to her? Don’t you know that this girl just wants to be beautiful alone? !

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?"