junko enoshima despair

The latest novel by Get Lost. ———————— Surrounded by monsters and eerie shadows, I am petrified. I just want to stay in the safe house, until the end of time... ———————— The indestructible eerie shadows, endless monsters, Yu Hong comes here with the mysterious black mark, utilizing the black mark that can strengthen everything, slowly builds his own absolute safe zone in his safe house. This book integrates bizarre cultivation with extreme paths, as promised by the author.

In a world where humans have the power to become gods and immortals—where devils are not myths, but beings who slaughter millions of innocent people to advance their cultivation— When the divine realm is under siege by a multiversal-level eldritch entity, threatening to consume the entire universe as a whole, can our protagonist rise from being a lowly mortal to an eternal god? Of course not!" Fortunately, he isn’t alone. Like every other transmigrator from Earth, he awakens with a golden finger—a system that rewards him for being a complete and utter scumbag. You stole your own father’s concubine? +20,000 Scum Points You annihilated an entire sect for offending one of your people? +100,000 Scum Points You have achieved the impossible and killed a divine being as a mortal? +1,000,000 Scum Points Kai—now known as Huang Shi—is no hero. In fact, he’s a shameless scumbag. And this scumbag will use every dirty trick, ruthless scheme, and underhanded tactic at his disposal to ensure he doesn’t just survive this new world—but dominates it. And maybe… just maybe… he’ll save the universe from its impending doom. Assuming he doesn’t destroy it first.

There is a shard of the Creator in every being. But not everyone knows what to do with it. He did not come for glory. He never asked for this life. He was cast into this world — a fragment torn from another realm, another will. And now this world… will be saved by him, or fall by his hand. You can’t call him a hero. Not yet a monster either. He walks the path of light because he remembers pain. But with every death, every evil he fails to stop in time, something else begins to grow inside him. Sharper. Merciless. In his eyes — a world unworthy of forgiveness. In his heart — a despair that has not yet smothered the last embers of hope. Only one thing remains unknown: When the moment of choice comes — will he remain the one others follow… or become the flame that devours all? — A story of one who was never meant to be a hero. But could become a god. Or an executioner. ps. I will post this story also on RoyalRoad.com

[COMPLETED & WEBNOVEL EXCLUSIVE] Who am I? Majority of humans despise dark mages. They associate dark magic with the monsters. Light magic is celebrated the most. The Eradicators. They took my memory. They tried to make me forget my past. I am the son of the most powerful wizard of light and witch of darkness. I am the force that will transform humanity from pure survival to a flourishing society. They call me the Emperor of Humanity. What is the cost of this power? __ Extra Tags: #No-Harem #Cheat Ability #Magic Academy #One Pov #OP MC (overtime) #Light Novel [STAND ALONE PUBLISHED VOLUME] __ Socials: Coming Soon!

Transmigration. What if the cause is not a bus running you over, nor you falling into a pond, but you get five years to prepare, fully aware of what you’re getting into? Well, at least you think you know what you’re getting into... This is the situation Mike, a professional MMA fighter, finds himself in. Given the opportunity to leave behind his life on Earth and enter a world of swords and magic, he prepares to face the challenge. In a world of discrimination, injustice, and social class inequality, Mike demonstrates how far Earth has come in developing its martial arts and how much a simple low-kick can hurt. You’re stronger? Well, first, you will have to land a hit. You’re faster? Does it really matter if your movement is so wasteful? You know incredible techniques? Are they better than the legendary one-two combo, perfected by legends through thousands of years? You have more money? That indeed seems to be a problem. You have companions? It’s not like I’m lonely... I don’t need anyone… You know magic? Ok, now it’s just getting unfair. Mike will have to learn to adapt, improve and find his path in a world that is ruthless beyond compare. --------------------------------------------------------- The first five chapters can be a little slow and serve more as a prologue. If you find yourself bored or generally dislike "training arcs," just skip to the sixth chapter when Mike's life in the new world officially begins. In general, there will be a lot of training, as I love training sequences like in the 36th Chamber of the Shaolin. There will also be close to no romance, and while this is not a pet taming novel, there will be companions. I just enjoy writing as a hobby and hope I can share that with you. =) Link to full cover: https://imgur.com/a/YrzVqNg

# The Rise from Despair: Qiao Nian's Journey of Redemption In the opulent confines of the Hou Mansion, Qiao Nian once reigned as the cherished pearl in the palm of everyone's hands for fifteen blissful years. Her life was a tapestry of love and privilege, surrounded by doting parents, an adoring elder brother, and a promising engagement to the renowned General Xiao, a hero who had achieved great military feats. But fate, with its cruel whims, had other plans. One fateful day, Qiao Nian's world came crashing down around her. She was abruptly informed that she was nothing more than a fake千金 (adopted daughter). In an instant, the love and affection that had been hers were snatched away and bestowed upon Lin Yuan. Her once-loving parents turned their backs on her, devoting all their attention to Lin Yuan. Her elder brother, driven by his infatuation for Lin Yuan, heartlessly pushed her down a small building. Even her fiancé, General Xiao, chose to side with Lin Yuan, leaving Qiao Nian alone and betrayed. For the sake of Lin Yuan, they all stood by indifferently as Qiao Nian was unjustly accused. Without a word of protest, they watched as she was punished and sent to the laundry bureau, where she endured three long years of servitude. Those three years were a living hell, filled with hardship, loneliness, and heartbreak. Day after day, night after night, she suffered in silence, her spirit slowly crushed under the weight of their betrayal. But just when it seemed that all hope was lost, a remarkable transformation occurred. Three years later, the tables turned in a most unexpected way. The Hou Ye and his wife, filled with remorse, fell to their knees before Qiao Nian, tears streaming down their faces. "Nian Nian, we were wrong. Please come home with us," they pleaded, their voices choked with regret. The arrogant young master of the Hou Mansion knelt outside her door for an entire night, his pride shattered. "Nian Nian, can you find it in your heart to forgive me?" he begged, his eyes filled with desperation. And General Xiao, the once-untouchable hero, approached her with wounds that bled both physically and emotionally. "Nian Nian, please have pity on me. Look at me one more time," he implored, his voice filled with pain. But Qiao Nian's heart, which had been broken into a million pieces during those three years of torment, was now as cold as ice. The love and trust that had once burned bright within her had been extinguished, replaced by a deep well of bitterness and resentment. "Pity? It would be better if I were dead and my ashes scattered to the wind," she thought, her heart hardened against their pleas. However, Qiao Nian's story didn't end in despair. In the midst of her darkest hour, she met a man who saw her for who she truly was and loved her unconditionally. With him by her side, she found a new lease on life, a happiness she had never dared to dream of. As Qiao Nian blossomed in her newfound happiness, those who had once wronged her could only watch from afar, filled with regret and longing. They were afraid to even approach her, for fear that in the years to come, they would lose even the chance to catch a glimpse of her from a distance. This is a story of betrayal and redemption, of heartbreak and hope. It is a tale that will take you on an emotional rollercoaster, from the depths of despair to the heights of joy. Join Qiao Nian on her journey as she rises from the ashes of her past and discovers the true meaning of love and happiness.

Blue light exploded as Eira swung first, his sword colliding with the woman's burning spear with a force that tore the air apart. Mana crashed outward in violent waves, ripping sound from the world as fire and frost devoured each other. He twisted his wrist mid-swing, dragging the blade down her weapon and forcing her back, ice crawling across the spear before shattering under a surge of black-red flames. She laughed. "You're late," she said, spinning and driving her spear toward his chest. Eira barely deflected. The impact hurled him through the sky, his body twisting as he fought to regain control. He stopped himself with a burst of cold, boots skidding against invisible air, sword humming violently in his hands. Only then did the world reveal itself. Endless white stretched beneath them, cracked and broken by war. Bodies lay scattered across the frozen land—men and women with silver hair, armor torn, weapons buried deep into ice. Some moved. Some didn't. The ground itself bore scars of mana so deep they still glowed faintly. A pressure rolled outward from Eira as he steadied himself. Far away, people collapsed without being touched. Knees buckled. Breath failed. Even standing became impossible under the weight of his presence. The woman floated calmly across from him, fire and shadow wrapping around her form. Her spear burned red, veins of black mana pulsing like a living thing. Flames spiraled outward from her body, erasing frost, stone, and anything else that dared exist too close. Below them, a young woman stood shaking, blood running down her arm as she held up a glowing shield. She was wounded badly, yet she didn't step back. She shielded the fallen behind her with everything she had left. Eira saw her. His jaw clenched. "Still distracted," the woman said, her voice carrying easily across the battlefield. "That hasn't changed." She raised her spear and slammed it downward. Fire crashed toward him like a collapsing sun. Eira answered by lifting his sword, blue light roaring outward as the flames split apart around him. The shockwave tore across the land, ice forming and breaking in the same breath. The sky broke. They moved again. Sword and spear collided midair, faster than sight, each strike releasing violent surges of mana that warped the world itself. Blizzards swallowed firestorms. Flames evaporated ice. Mountains formed and shattered in seconds. "You're weaker," she said, twisting her spear and driving him back through a wall of frozen air. "Did dying once finally dull you?" Eira staggered, blood spilling from his mouth as he caught himself. His sword shook, not from fear, but restraint. "I won't lose again," he said. Her eyes narrowed. "This ends now, Eira."

Epilogue A civilization destroyed by volcanic eruptions and an age of ice. The remnants of humanity endure each passing day, struggling against a bizarre phenomenon known as the Madmen. To stabilize an anxious human society, the Caste system was created—along with the central system known as Core. And to protect people from the Madmen, the Hunters were born. Meanwhile, some dream of restoring a civilization of freedom and seek to uncover the secrets of the Core, while others, guided by prophecies and apocalyptic doctrines, prepare for the end of the world. As these forces intertwine, chaos within human society only deepens. An age of despair. Can humanity reclaim the brilliant era of free civilization it lost five hundred years ago? https://www.thecorenovel.com (main homepage)

Annabeth, 23, known far and wide as The Mistress of Despair, has a well-earned reputation for ruthlessness, ambition, and a flair for theatrics. But even she isn't prepared when a strange, infuriatingly powerful boy suddenly appears in her home and—without so much as a dramatic monologue—utterly crushes her. Death is supposed to be the end, but not for Annabeth. Instead, she’s yanked back to her first breath, forced to relive her cursed life from the very beginning. Her mother? Mysteriously dead during childbirth. Her father? Poisoned by a scheming wife before Annabeth even loses her baby teeth. The only constants in her life are her overpowered, possibly psychopathic uncle and the haunting certainty of her own downfall. Rather than reflect, repent, or pursue a quiet life, Annabeth decides on a simpler solution: become even more terrifying. After all, absolute power should be enough to defeat anyone, even the mysterious man who keeps showing up to kill her. Right? Right? Every plan, every spell, every life leads to the same humiliating conclusion: defeat, rebirth, repeat. It’s enough to give even The Mistress of Despair an existential crisis. When a runaway slave crosses her path, offering her a glimpse of happiness and hope, Annabeth begins to wonder if redemption—or even escape—is possible. But her past isn't done with her, and every rebirth tightens the chains that bind her to an unending cycle of torment. Can Annabeth break free, or is she doomed to be the architect of her own misery forever? ************************************************************************************* "If you’re going to make an entrance, make it unforgettable." "And if you can’t manage unforgettable, at least go for dramatic." ************************************************************************************* Given her past, Annabeth calling someone else a witch—or worse, a b*tch—was laughably hypocritical. But honestly, what's a little hypocrisy from someone who once killed children just to avoid the inconvenience of them growing up and seeking revenge for their dead parents? ************************************************************************************* "I’m a skinny guy—I can’t handle the big chunks you’re talking about. Why don’t you take them since, you know, you’re already halfway to turning into a boulder?" the skinny man smirked. "Watch it, Ollie! I was just trying to be generous since you look like a strong breeze might finish you off!" Lord Brodie shot back, his face reddening under his double chin. ************************************************************************************* "Look, I’m not saying it’s okay to fall apart. But it happens. It happens to everyone. What matters in the end is what you do with the pieces. No matter how many times you shatter, I’ll pick up every single shard." "Even if it tears me apart to see you hurting, I’ll still put you back together. And even if I have to hold you together with my own two hands, I’ll make sure you stand whole again." ************************************************************************************* Don't forget to add the book to your collections so that you may see updated chapters when I upload them. P.S.: Feedback, comments, reviews and gifts are welcome. P.P.S: Power stones are welcome too. P.P.P.S? (Really?): Especially power stones. :P P.P.P.P.S (I swear it's the last one): If you're a beginner writer too, comment the title of your book so that I can provide a review and some feedback. Maybe even a shiny new Power Stone...

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