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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

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.

You think you know how this story goes. Some pathetic loser from Earth gets hit by a truck and reborn as a glorious hero in a fantasy world. Blessed with an all-powerful system, a harem of beautiful, adoring women, and a future paved with easy victories and triumphant battles. That’s what I was promised. A cosmic redo, a chance to shed my pathetic skin as a cynical, basement-dwelling hater and finally live a life of consequence. Only… the script was flipped. The so-called "goddesses" were laughing, and the "destiny" they handed me was a sick joke. The power I received wasn't for fighting dragons; it was for something far more interesting. My path wasn't paved with gold—it was littered with the shattered remains of my own foolish optimism. The people I was meant to save became my betrayers. My allies were my first enemies. And the world I thought I could conquer became a relentless, mind-breaking grind set to hell mode. It’s funny, isn't it? When you're a professional hater, you think you've seen the worst of humanity. This world showed me I was just an amateur. My greatest weapon isn't a legendary sword or a fire-spitting spell. It's a collection. A Pokédex of souls I've captured. I don't catch monsters; I capture people. Not their bodies, but their very will. There's a moment in everyone's life—a moment of ultimate despair, a crushing betrayal, a total loss of purpose—when their spirit shatters. I learned to recognize that moment. I learned to harvest it. These aren’t mindless servants. They are broken, remade, and eternally loyal to me. They possess all their skills and memories, but their core motivation is now just to serve my will. They are my ultimate pawns, and their loyalty is not a gift; it's a consequence of their suffering. Some call me a monster. I just call it a different kind of grind. I'm not the only one playing this game. I've found others—fellow misanthropes, each with their own unique brand of villainy. We meet in lavish, hidden dens, surrounded by wealth we've stolen from the foolish and the weak. We scheme, we lie, and we laugh at the stupidity of this world. We are a gathering of villains, but we don't even trust each other. Everyone here has a secret. But there is one person in this world who stands out. A paragon of justice. The handsome, charismatic hero with a tragic backstory and unwavering resolve. He’s everything I was promised. He’s the chosen one with the absurdly powerful "Friendship" ability, and he's my nemesis. He’s a flawless archetype. Too perfect, if you ask me. This isn’t a battle between good and evil. It’s a fight for the narrative. The hero believes he is the protagonist, destined to save this world. He's so sure of it. But I'm the one writing the story. The only way to win a rigged game is to become the game master. This is my second life, and I'm not playing by their rules. I'm making my own. You think you know how this ends? You don't. And I'm inviting you to find out Group https://www.reddit.com/r/chaosandcanon/s/F9XXA5C61F-reddit https://t.me/+7YlPJOIsHOU3MDI8 -telegram

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.

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.

En su vida anterior, Yan Luo fue un abogado que luchó y ganó contra el sistema corrupto que destruyó a su familia. Después de ganar el juicio que podía restaurar el nombre de su linaje... fue asesinado por aquellos que corrompian la verdad. Pero el destino no lo abandonó. Despertó en un nuevo cuerpo, en un mundo donde la fuerza lo es todo y los cielos se rigen por invisibles leyes.

Un hombre de 34 años reencarna y buscara una redencion bajo su nuevo nombre y vida Yahir este quiere buscar toda su redencion y hacer cosas que le hubiers gustado haber hecho

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.