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Imagine the Knights of the Round Table in a Diesel Punk world. After the murder of his father Uther, Arthur Pendragon escaped to the east with his Godfather, Sir Percival Gifford. Raised with the best education, both martial and Academic, He learned the ways of the world far from his homeland. Years later he returned to take back the throne that was his by birth. In so doing, destroying the dark and murderous reign of his Uncle, The Duke of Gloucester. With the prophesized return of the true born King, Arthur must take up the mantle and lead his loyal troops to victory. Follow Arthur as he battles to reclaim the Diesel Throne. ________________________________________________________________ I have rejigged the story with shorter chapters and more accurate editing. (Hopefully) If you have some constructive critisisms, or just thoughts and ideas, you are very welcome. Please Enjoy

A young, brand new truck driver learns the ropes of the trucking industry and lessons on life as he treads the roads of the United States with a series of misfit trainers and co-drivers. Getting into misadventures and omnishambles while dealing with outrageous dangers and hazards on the road, Andrew struggles to reach his ultimate goals: to drive a million miles, and a make a million dollars.

One of teenage boy dies under our famous god of death called 'The Truck'. He met a goddess who is embodiment of all punk genres. She says to the boy that, he is chosen 'randomly' for a coming contest, called the "MultiPunkVerse". She said to him that you will be given 1 gift, two wishes in one form. MC was thrown in the diesel punk world. Where he will experience daily struggle of apocalyptic, dystopian, diesel powered machines, and unknown diesel creatures. He also will experience our so called every day royal fight, noble fight, hierarchy fight, love rivals, secret organizations, cults, cannibals, etc. So if you're interested then just give it a glance. By the way, real story will begin after chapter 10.

It is well past midnight and sleep evades me; my very mind feels heavy and painful inside of my own skull. Even as I write this, I must rely on a machine to type out the words for me as my hands are not steady enough to hold a pen. Sweat paints my forehead despite the chilling night air wafting in through my study window. I realize now that this is the only way I can find any form of solace or peace. I write this now not as a last will and testament for the encroaching end I know is just lurking in the shadows between dusk and dawn. My body is aged and withered, but not beyond what my own arts cannot restore. Truly I could live beyond the years of this physical form if I so chose, but my end is not in my own hands I fear… no, my death will come to be; soon. So, I choose to write this as a confession of my sins.

Im Zeitalter des Endes des Dharma wird ein unvergleichlicher Dämon, der am Engpass des Halbschritt Göttlichen Siegels gefesselt ist, während einer zufälligen Erkundung eine Million Jahre in die Vergangenheit in die große Ära des Streites wiedergeboren. Er kultiviert eine göttliche Formel, veredelt Geistesadern, bildet ein Grottenparadies, versammelt die Acht Wüsten, ergreift eine Göttliche Position und wird zum stärksten Schöpfergott-Dämon aller Zeiten, dem Endlosen Beherrscher...

Dans l'Ère de la Fin du Dharma, un Démon sans égal, bloqué au goulot d'étranglement du Demi-Pas du Sceau Divin, renaît un million d'années dans le passé, dans la grande ère des conflits, lors d'une exploration accidentelle. Il cultive une formule divine, affine des Veines Spirituelles, forme un Ciel Caverneux, rassemble les Huit Désolations, s'empare d'une Position Divine et devient le plus puissant Dieu-Démon Créateur de tous les temps, le Dominateur Sans Fin...

The immediate threat of Dubois was neutralized, but the underlying conflict—the global struggle between those who seek to preserve the historical balance and those who seek to exploit it—remains very much alive.

AVERTISSEMENT : Ce livre contient des scènes explicites et un langage pour adultes Aimez-vous lire des romances torrides, coquines, salaces et obscènes ? Si votre réponse est oui, préparez-vous à l'excitation érotique ultime qui fera pomper votre sang et frémir vos ovaires. Ce roman est une collection de courtes histoires érotiques. Il contient toutes sortes d'explicites sexuels, y compris des amis avec avantages, Demi-sœur et Frère, Beau-père, Bureau, Belle-mère, Lesbienne, Professeur et élève, Médecin et patient, domination, etc. Si vous avez moins de 18 ans, ce livre n'est pas pour vous.

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?"

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?"