the mans decree chapter 1

A gamer wakes up inside his favorite game DESTINY as its most hated, cursed NPC—Kel von Rosenfeld. Doomed to die in the first arc, he now carries the knowledge of the entire game. To survive, he must defy destiny itself and rise from disgrace to absolute power.

"Call me God and I will treat you as a benevolent servant worthy of blessings. Say I am the Devil and I will drench your world in blood and despair." These were the words spoken by Sir Mouse as a thousand enemies surrounded him. From his youth he could only look up to the heavens, but just as all his enemies before, It is now under his feet quivering. If so be the case, why would he care what The Gods' Decree? Gods or Devils it matters not. As they too will have to call him by the only name they dare to utter, Sir Mouse. His path is to be one that is unhindered by any shackles and he intend to keep it that way. Will you join him on this journey to becoming the existence who is forbidden? Support on Patreon patreon.com/Lordofsleep

Being stranded in a savage world wasn't the end of her story—it was only the beginning. Lily, a modern woman with a life full of mundane office stress, never expected that a freak accident at a river would tear through the fabric of reality. She is thrust into an ancient, primal dimension—the Beast World. It is a land of untamed wilderness, lethal predators, and breathtaking magic. In this world, the laws of nature are rewritten: females are rare, precious gems, and their status is dictated by the blessings of the Great Beast God. Through a sacred matchmaking system, Lily is granted a destiny most would die for. She isn’t chosen for just one mate, but several. Her husbands are the elite—possessing devastating beauty, raw power, and a loyalty that knows no bounds. In this realm, the men compete for the honor of pampering their wife. There is no burden of raising children alone, no fear of losing one's beauty—only a life of being worshipped and adored. Gazing at the majestic snow-capped mountains and fields of eternal blossoms, Lily couldn’t help but grin. "This world... it’s a literal paradise for women!"

One man's failure is a fortune to another. Due to bad luck, karma or bad fate, I failed too ascend at the very last step and died, well almost but at least I can give opportunity to another to achieve what I couldn't.

Frank West died at forty-five in a room nobody visited: a failed musician, a shelved album, twenty years of night shifts, and one unfinished song. He woke up nineteen again, a thousand light-years from his grave, on Zedon: a mining colony where children learn to seal a gas mask before they learn to read, and the sunsets are beautiful for all the wrong reasons. In his head: a voice calling itself GOD MUSIC, claiming to hold every song from a world that no longer exists. Because in this universe, humanity conquered the stars and never invented rock and roll. No blues. No punk. No soul. Music here is a product: written by algorithms, performed by manufactured idols, owned to the last note. Nobody has ever stood on a stage and screamed the truth. Frank has three broke best friends, a band with no name, a planet everyone dreams of escaping, and the only setlist in the universe. The Empire thinks music is a product. Zedon is about to teach it how to scream. Slow-burn rise. Found family. Real songs you can play while you read. Band fights, rival idols, corporate sharks, and fan communities that turn into armies. Everything costs. 5,000+ word chapters.

[The Empire is fallen. The bloodline is thin. But the Decree is Absolute.] Han Chen was the "Shadow Emperor" of the modern financial world—a man who controlled global markets with a flick of his pen. But when a boardroom betrayal ends in a fiery explosion, he doesn't meet the Reaper. Instead, he awakens in the body of the Third Prince of the Great Han, a man known throughout the Kunlun Continent as the "Drunken Trash." Once the ruler of the world, the Great Han Empire has been reduced to a single decaying city, surrounded by hungry kingdoms and arrogant Martial Sects waiting to pick the carcass clean. With a shattered heart meridian and a palace full of assassins, Han Chen’s second life seems destined to be shorter than his first. Until the sky roars. [DING! SOVEREIGN DRAGON SYSTEM INITIALIZED.] [CURRENT STATUS: DYING PRINCE] [FIRST DECREE: THOSE WHO TREAD UPON THE DRAGON SHALL ASHES BECOME.] With a System that transforms territorial conquest into god-like cultivation, Han Chen realizes that in this world, "Logistics" means "Legions" and "Market Share" means "Mountain Ranges." He doesn't just want to cultivate; he wants to legislate the Heavens themselves. "The previous Prince begged for mercy. I only issue decrees." Follow Han Chen as he rebuilds a fallen empire from the mud, crafts a harem of legendary beauties who are queens in their own right, and shows the entire Kunlun Continent why you never wake a sleeping dragon. The Golden Age begins now. All shall kneel before the Infinite Decree.

A drop of demonic blood can shatter mountains and rivers, blooming in thousands of flowers. A scroll of ancient scriptures can obliterate the sun and moon, vanquishing the cycle of reincarnation. A divine decree can bury the supreme beings of the heavens. Yang Qingxuan receives the divine mandate and inherits an invincible cultivation method, embarking on a path that crushes countless talents of his time, paving his way to eternal immortality as a powerful being! "I have always used virtue to win people over. Those who don't submit are already dead!"

On my third anniversary with my husband, George Kemp, I waited for him for five hours at Canlis restaurant in Seattle. He'd stood me up. For someone else. Again. In the end, I found out where he’d gone from his ex-girlfriend Josette Vance’s Instagram. He had taken her skiing in Aspen. [Heard I was feeling down, so he dropped everything to fly over and cheer me up. Turns out the Aspen snow can’t hold a candle to the man who makes me smile. ❤️] In the photo, he held her close, surrounded by a world of snow and ice. I’d never seen that kind of blazing warmth in his eyes—not once in our three years of marriage. In that moment, I was just... tired. Too tired to question him. Too tired to argue. Too tired to cry. I just quietly liked the post and then sent him a text: [Let's get a divorce.] Much later, a voice message finally came through. His tone was dripping with scorn. "Fine. I'll sign when I get back. We'll see who comes crawling back to me, begging." He was so sure of himself. So certain that I, the housewife who’d given up everything for him, could never leave. That’s why he was so brazen. But, George. No one is indispensable, George. People only stay where the love is. And from this moment on, I'm done loving you.

[Volume ll in progress...] Heavenly Dao is supreme; it is above all else and below no one. To tamper with it is a taboo, enough to warrant certain death. But Wu Xing would beg to differ, for he had seen the Heavens bow before a man—the very same man who took everything from him. Now just a mere fragment of a soul trapped in a cauldron, Wu Xing would have to navigate through the dangerous world of cultivation back to the top. Fortunately for him, this isn't his first time. --- [Book - 1 Mortal Shepherding Volume I - Soulful Guidance (13/13) (20k words) Volume ll - Chaotic Guidance (11/On-going) (??) Volume lll - ??? (???) (???) ] … [The Cover image is Female Main Lead] #Tags: Action | Adventure | Xainxia | Cultivation | High Fantasy | Male Lead | Romantic Subplot | No-harem | Bloodline | Non-human lead | Age-regression Chapter length - 1.5k(+) words Metric System Weight: 1 Jin = 0.5 Kg = 500 grams Volume: 1 Sheng = 1 Litre 1 ge = 1/10 Sheng = 1/10 Litre = 100 millimetre Length: 1 Li = 0.5 Kilometre = 500 meter

After I handed over the Cianci family’s crucial Desert City casino project to Bianca Gallo—my husband’s mistress—he mistook my compliance for surrender. He thought I’d finally broken after his three-month-long silent treatment. He proposed a trip to the French Riviera to "compensate" me. He beamed. "Let's go to the French Riviera, Lia. We can start over." When Bianca heard, she threw a tearful tantrum and threatened to leave the family. Her usual trick. Brodie, completely bewitched, panicked. After three full days of placating her, he canceled our trip, citing "urgent family business"—then gave my first-class ticket to her. He just shrugged, dismissing me with a wave. "Emotions are a luxury, Lia. Family interests come first. You're my wife. You should understand the bigger picture." Of course. I just stared at Bianca’s latest post: an intimate photo of them on a private jet. She was wearing the couture gown I was supposed to wear, and the hand Brodie had resting on her bare thigh wore our wedding ring. I said nothing. Just a slow, deliberate nod. Brodie thought I was finally playing the part he’d cast for me: the quiet, sensible, elegant Donna. He promised an even grander "compensation" upon his return. Too bad for him, I had long since decided to exit this game of marriage and power. Too bad he had already signed the divorce papers with his own hand. We were over.