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Conheça Damon Cross Quando criança, Damon Cross teve que lidar com as terríveis realidades da violência doméstica e de ser um sem-teto. Ele e sua mãe, que sempre esteve ao seu lado, lutaram para encontrar segurança. Depois de perder sua primeira luta de quintal, a sorte de Damon muda drasticamente quando ele recebe um novo sistema de MMA. Esse sistema misterioso se torna seu guia, aprimorando suas habilidades e o alçando ao mundo das artes marciais mistas. Ele aprende mais sobre artes marciais mistas e se aperfeiçoa com a ajuda desse sistema. Com essa força renovada, Damon está determinado não apenas a ascender no mundo da luta, mas também a criar um futuro melhor para os dois, como forma de retribuir à sua mãe pelo que ela fez. [VOCÊ DESPERTOU O SISTEMA EMMAC] [PARABÉNS AO ANFITRIÃO POR SE TORNAR UM CAMPEÃO DUPLO] Testemunhe como Damon vai de um Zé Ninguém a um Campeão. Romance: Sim Lutas: Sim

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"In the world of art, colors are just a tool… but in my world, pain is the only pigment that never fades." Ian was called the “miracle of his generation”—a brilliant painter with the ability to capture human emotions in his works with terrifying precision. But his talent attracted the greed of the “snakes” who ruled the city. Four figures of power—a critic, a billionaire, a corrupt general, and an unjust judge—destroyed his life in a single night. They burned his studio with his family inside, and with cold calculation, they severed the tendons of his left hand and dragged him into prison on a false charge. They wanted to kill the artist within him—but instead, they created something far more terrifying. After five years of darkness and isolation, Ian returned from hell. His body was covered in scars, his left hand permanently bandaged, but his right eye no longer saw the world as humans do… it saw them as “unfinished canvases.” Thanks to his “Hyper Artist’s Eye,” Ian could see the sins of his enemies flowing through their veins like liquid colors, waiting to be extracted. Now, Ian has opened his secret studio beneath the ruins of his past. He will no longer paint landscapes. Every victim among his enemies will become the “primary color” of his next masterpiece. He will cut, dissect, and arrange their bodies into breathtaking artistic compositions that leave the police in a state of terror and disbelief. As the detective Suleiman hunts this “phantom” who turns crime scenes into horrifying art galleries, he finds himself questioning: Is Ian merely a deranged sadistic killer? Or the only honest artist in a world of lies… an artist who writes the truth in blood? “Welcome to my private exhibition… prepare yourselves, for your role in the canvas has begun``

O universo já quase acabou uma vez. Agora, algo proibido voltou a respirar. Um garoto sem nada a perder pode ser a última esperança… ou o fim de tudo.

Três amigos órfãos, marcados por uma infância cruel, são separados por destinos diferentes, um deles consumido pela sede de vingança. Enquanto tentam sobreviver aos pesadelos de seus passados, seus caminhos os levam a descobrir segredos ocultos sobre o próprio mundo em que vivem. Em um reino abandonado pelos deuses, onde os nascidos na miséria são tratados como lixo, eles se veem forçados a enfrentar não apenas a crueldade humana, mas também seres quase divinos que desafiam sua própria existência. Entre dor, mistérios e ambição, cada escolha pode aproximá-los da verdade… ou levá-los ainda mais fundo nas sombras que herdaram.

Lo llamaban el mendigo coreano. Tres años sirviendo té en la casa de su suegra. Tres años recogiendo porcelana rota del suelo sin decir una palabra. Tres años siendo el hombre que nadie veía, el yerno inútil, el extranjero sin apellido ni dinero que había arruinado la vida de su esposa. Lo que nadie sabía era que Kang Joon-ho lo había elegido así. Porque detrás del delantal y el cuarto pequeño, detrás de cada humillación callada, se escondía el heredero único del Grupo Kang: una fortuna de 4.7 mil millones de dólares, doscientas empresas en dieciséis países, y un apellido que hacía temblar a los más poderosos de Asia. Había ido a Shanghai a aprender lo que ninguna escuela enseña: qué se siente cuando no tienes nada. Quién eres cuando nadie sabe quién eres. Y cuando llegó el momento de volver… el mundo entero lo entendió. Pero el poder recuperado trae secretos que nadie esperaba. La muerte de su madre no fue un accidente. El origen del imperio familiar esconde una traición de décadas. Y la mujer que ve lo que nadie más ve podría ser la pieza que lo cambia todo. Algunos hombres nacen con el trono. Otros lo merecen.

The day I miscarried, the day I nearly bled to death, my parents were ambushed by a rival family while rushing me to our clinic. Lying on the operating table, I signed their death certificates with a hand drenched in my own blood. I lost my baby. I lost my parents. Meanwhile, the man I couldn't reach on the encrypted line was posting a celebratory social media update. His post read: Congratulations to my muse. After a night of hard work, the gallery is finally reborn. With a trembling hand, I liked the post. A private message from him arrived instantly. Two words: Delete it. I sent him the clinic's encrypted location. "Come to the safe house. I need to talk to you." "I'm tied up with something important for the Family. I can't get away. Have your parents go with you to the check-up. It's not like they have anything better to do." "Is this 'something important' her gallery's ribbon-cutting ceremony?" "Why has pregnancy turned you into such a possessive harpy? Can't I support the arts without you losing your mind?" I didn't have the strength to argue. Fine. If he wouldn't come to me, he could talk to the family's lawyer.

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El departamento que prometía ser su refugio se convierte en una trampa. Juntos descubren que el amor no basta para salvarte cuando estás perdido dentro de ti mismo.

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?"