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Supreme Asura also known with its original title as IMMORTAL DESTROYER is now available on AMAZON KINDLE AND AMAZON APP for Kindle edition and Physical books. Long time ago, Four Kingdoms continues to fight to seek for a higher power and dominance with each other. They even kill mercilessly inorder to survive the chaos being held in the co-kingdoms. Sky Flame Kingdom, Sky Ice Kingdom, Hollow Earth Kingdom and Wind Fury Kingdom, these kingdoms never ever back down to their feet and will never ever makes themselves look into the ground. It is said that the appearance of Dou City who brings peace to these lands in up to this days due to the Treaty of these four kingdoms. But how long could be a treaty will be effective or how could this piece of contract could longer sustain the upcoming wars would be plotted by each kingdoms to the other Kingdoms they held grudges? At the age of six, young Li Xiaolong realized the hardship of their lives caused by the bad and cruel treatment of the Sky Flame Kingdom that covered their clan which is the Li Clan. This is rumoured that their Li Clan in the past does make Sky Flame Kingdom enraged to them and until now it remains unsolved resulting to some devastating and misfortune of Li Clan in the hands of this kingdom. Li Clan considered to be a progressive clan in the past . Having some great achievement and foundation in those lands residing in those progressive clans but now they are being dumped in the barren lands in the Green Valley where they have to start to live again and continue with their own living. What used to be said to be in a prosperous life is now entrenched in the kingdom. Could they really survive in the hands of those high ranking officials of Sky Flame Kingdom if they are getting bolder and bolder each passing days and making some evil tricks up to their sleeves?!

Being a contract killer is easy, if your good at it. Well that's what I would have said, if I was still an active one. Now I'm just some wandering gunslinger tryin to rid the world of evil and finding a purpose.

Transmigré dans un monde parallèle, Daniel se retrouva en possession du [Système d'Évaluation Omniscient] capable de déterminer la valeur et l'origine de n'importe quel objet. En conséquence, Daniel participa à la très populaire Chasse aux Conteneurs en ligne et commença à diffuser en direct : [Je suis à Libertopia, et je diffuse ma Chasse au Trésor en direct !] Les internautes ont prévenu Daniel : la Chasse aux Conteneurs n'est qu'une arnaque, il est impossible d'y trouver un vrai trésor. Cependant, ce que Daniel fit ensuite a laissé les spectateurs bouche bée. Il a misé 500 PiècesStellaires (1 PièceStellaire = 1 dollar américain) sur un lot de bagages pillés par des pirates, et y a trouvé une valise de luxe faite sur mesure, d'une valeur de 10 000 PiècesStellaires ! Il a découvert une célèbre peinture de Serenalia, intitulée « Cent Chevaux », datant d'il y a 300 ans et estimée à 50 millions de PiècesStellaires ! Il a trouvé une relique de la civilisation Atlante, provoquant un tollé archéologique mondial ! Il est tombé sur une peinture de renommée mondiale volée dans un musée de Libertopia cinquante ans plus tôt, intitulée « Portrait de femme », plongeant les collectionneurs du monde entier dans une guerre d'enchères frénétique ! Avec l'aide de son Système, Daniel peut toujours dénicher les meilleures affaires aux enchères de la Chasse aux Conteneurs, et même dominer la rue des antiquaires et le marché aux puces, sans parler des secteurs de l'immobilier, de la bourse et de l'investissement ! Après que sa fortune a explosé, il a investi sans compter dans un domaine privé et a organisé des fêtes décadentes sur son toit-terrasse rempli de mannequins. Femmes mariées, célébrités, épouses... Il s'avère qu'être riche, c'est vraiment aussi amusant que ça !

Dans le marais, les moustiques virevoltaient, et un crocodile marin de cinq mètres de long avait le museau solidement ligoté, ses pupilles verticales brillant d'une lueur féroce. À cet instant, un jeune homme couvert de boue l'enfourchait, et il se montrait très modeste face aux louanges du public. "Je suis Bi Fang, un explorateur professionnel. J'ai marché sur le toit du monde et traversé la Vallée de la Mort, et j'ai même défié la mystérieuse Amazone. Même le National Geographic m'a nommé premier expert en survie au monde, le roi de la nature au sommet de la chaîne alimentaire, mais croyez-moi, tout cela est une exagération..." Sous les nuages pourpres, Bi Fang resserra silencieusement la corde dans sa main et, voyant que le crocodile marin sous lui avait enfin cessé de se débattre, il sortit son Couteau de chasse et l'acheva d'un seul coup sous la mâchoire. "C'est le deuxième jour de survie. Je pensais que j'allais devoir endurer une autre nuit le ventre vide, mais il semble maintenant que le dîner se soit trouvé tout seul."

Xin MeiYin is a 21 year old flight attendant looking for the missing piece in her life...Love! Almost giving up in her search, she finds good feelings in her boss Li Han who has just recently acquired her airline in a weird yet still justifiable way. As MeiYin goes on a search to find the cause of those good feelings, Li Han is also trying to woo the future Mrs. Li. On Hiatus: currently creating a stock pile of chapters to be able to release updates more often and constantly. I hope to end hiatus and resume updates in February. Please be kind to me.

Posting here for fun. --- After eighteen years learning to seem normal, Aspen had almost convinced herself she could stay that way. But then again, normal girls usually don’t journal in treehouses and wait for the fairies to answer back. The day had almost kept its routine promise. Mother would work late, Jamie would text stupid things that he would deny were check-ins, and the treehouse would wait with blue mushroom light under the boards. Then one of the mushrooms bled. A single bead of blue sap swelled beneath the floorboards, brightened once, and dropped onto her pen. The pen that had found the only crack in her floor. The work of the fair. The next time she woke, it was in Lyra's corpse, coughing up ash in what should've been a bed. There was no bed. Just a cocoon, in a village carved into a dying god-tree. The inside of the tree was larger than weather, its upended gray trunk full of blue-lit corridors, sap channels, winged villagers, and scents that told her which strangers had mothers, work-sore hands, old griefs, and doors they expected to return through. Aspen has no scent. Not yet. The Hinterfolk know, instantly, that she should not exist. But nobody asks where she came from. Instead, they call her Hermit, and every time she answers, the borrowed body makes it easier. The village needs seven days from her. Seven days of ritual, silence, and pretending, before the thing that emptied Lyra comes back to look inside what hatched. The protractor on Aspen’s desk has started losing its numbers. She can still put it at the top right corner of her desk, orange plastic barely visible in her peripheral, but the white degree marks come back blank. Meanwhile, Lyra's wings know exactly how far to lift before a chair catches them. Lyra’s hands know the scars where the blue sap runs better. Lyra’s body keeps remembering what Aspen can’t. The human in her flinches from the flame. The sinner in her kneels close enough to catch. The moth in her mistakes the heat for home. In Hinter, these moths don't burn. They follow the Fayya.

*The Eternal’s Fragile Kindle* Elara Vance thought she was nothing more than a burden—an unpaid debt sold to a cold vampire lord to settle her uncle’s sins. Dragged into the obsidian world of House Thorne, she expects torment, silence, and a life lived in the shadow of monsters. Instead, she awakens something far more dangerous. Alaric Thorne is not a savior. He is not a monster. He is something older—an immortal lord who has buried his humanity beneath centuries of control. But Elara’s presence begins to fracture the perfection of his darkness, exposing emotions he thought long extinct. When blood is spilled, the truth of Elara’s lineage is revealed: she carries the legendary Hearth-Blood, a forbidden inheritance said to hold the power of the sun itself. Every vampire faction begins to hunt her, not for death—but for transformation. Her blood can turn immortals into sun-walkers… or erase them entirely. As war brews between ancient vampire Houses, hidden covens, and monstrous inquisitors, Elara and Alaric are forced into a desperate flight across cursed lands and forbidden mountains. But the deeper they go, the more horrifying the truth becomes—the Sun-Walker miracle is not a gift. It is a sacrifice. To awaken the light, something must be destroyed. And that destruction may begin with love. Now hunted by every supernatural power in existence, Elara must decide whether she is the cure the world needs—or the flame that will burn it down. And Alaric, the immortal who swore never to feel again, must choose between eternal darkness… or becoming human at the cost of everything he has ever been. In a world where monsters fear the dawn, one fragile bond may decide whether darkness reigns forever—or finally ends.

Computer systems have pervaded business and private life in virtually every area and their paramount economic and social impact define our daily routine. But what if we go 79 years into the future? Atari Ping, an ordinary university student of F-Town is going to find out. His boring life is soon to be disturbed by the arrival of a system that is urging him to establish a connection to the future. He is going to control robotic avatars, build a network of machines and invade the future city for a yet unknown reason - all while he will learn about the gamification features and cultivation capabilities of his system.

The Pub is a neutral ground drinking establishment. Eric the Red can be seen drinking with Vikings while Rasputin broods in a corner. Presidents commiserate over beer. The Pub has seen many famous and infamous patrons over millennia. Young Jason stumbles upon the mythical drinking establishment and gets more than he bargained for.

"Jiang Jianzhong, you dog, you know how to squat in the toilet every day. Are you eating shit in it?" "Get out quickly, or I'll kick the door!" Hu Huimei's cold voice pulled Jiang Jianzhong's thoughts back. Looking at that handsome face in the mirror, he was sure that he was reborn. Back in 1998, when I was still the director of the Social Affairs Office in Qinghe Town. When Jiang Jianzhong stood in the wrong team, his career plummeted, and he didn't climb to the position of deputy county magistrate until he was fifty years old, and he died of depression. Now that he has regained his life, Jiang Jianzhong wants to make great achievements and realize his political ambitions. Bang! Suddenly, the bathroom door was kicked open, and Hu Huimei rested her hands on her hips and glared at Jiang Jianzhong angrily: "Dog, you are such a coward, and you have the face to look in the mirror and get out quickly. I want to go to the bathroom!" Jiang Jianzhong turned to look at Hu Huimei, who wore leopard-print tight-fitting short sleeves and wore a black leather skirt, and outlined her figure to be extremely hot and charming. At that time, she looked a little crazy. In particular, the huge white twin peaks on Hu Hui's beautiful chest, supported by the leopard print, are particularly eye-catching, and people can't help but want to plunge in. Hu Huimei roared out: "Dog, where are your eyes looking?" Look at the old lady digging your eyes out. " "Oh!" Jiang Jianzhong sneered: "Don't you just show it to others in such a coquettish dress?"