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In the city of Yokohama, Japan there lived a young man named Ryuma Tendo. He was an average sixteen-year-old boy who works for his uncle’s Ramen Shop. He was a middle school dropout after the death of his mother passed away from suicide six years ago after his father left them. He now lives with his uncle and his younger sister.

Donavon Cooper a retired detective gets back into the field with a new alais Rampage. As he goes up against some of the world's smartest and darkest villains in the city of Chicago.

Born a fatherless bastard and with an impoverished, ravaged Province to Govern, Nox ZaiWin has more than enough on his plate. And so yeah, the last thing he wanted was to become some Celestial's Chosen One. And is that even a Celestial? Hasn't the brat just murdered more than one-hundred of his men with a single scream? Aren't Celestials supposed to be holly, pure beings, that abhor all forms of death and killing? No other choice! No matter how sinful it may be, the brat must die! Snow has lived most of his life locked in a dark room, explored and sold for his miraculous blood. There are a lot of things he does not understand about the outside world. But one thing is certain. He does not want to have anything to do with some scary dark monster. He wants to be free! And he’ll do whatever it takes to reach his goal. And yet … Shit! Aren’t they stuck together now? Their life-lines intertwined? Wait! If the dark monster wants him dead, that’s easy enough to solve. All he has to do is to successfully kill him first! ** Hi there!! If you've found this novel and you're interested in reading it, please search for the original post here at Webnovel - Dark Wind, Icy Snow - RyuTar, YinYuan. There you'll find a lot more chapters there (presently 58 and I update daily). I only created this repeated novel because the original one seems to be bugged and doesn't appear on any of Webnovel's updates. Also, I appreciate that any votes, comments and reviews be cast there. I'm so sorry for the trouble and thank you for reading it ^_^ ♥ **

“Who am I ? “ The question that bothers Kyosei Miura. After one accident, his body starts to change and he will have to choose a side and go towards his fate. Will he become a hero, saving everyone around him? Or rather a villain who wants to end the humanity ? Summary will be updated ^^

A story about a prince with an unusual name and a cruel fate... The story begins 100 years before the present. This period in time supposed to set some background information to the journey and adventure of the story. Hakuryuu is the first prince of Akrios. He has had many challenges to face because of the meaning of his name and the color of his hair. For this reason alone, the citizens of his kingdom fear and avoid him. Hakuryuu grew up isolated because everyone avoided him except those who live in the castle. But one day his aide, Shirube convinced him to go to a masquerade party (celebrating the princess’s birthday) at the kingdom of Miriyos. He meets a girl who caught his eye but nothing happens between them. Then after Hakuryuu’s birthday the kingdoms begins losing their citizens. People are consistently complaining that the people they loved just disappeared. But no one remembers the that those people ever had the disappeared loved ones... So Hakuryuu’s father gives him an heirloom that is a pocket watch, for his birthday. Then he gives his son a choice. Hakuryuu can either go on a journey to figure out what is happening to their citizens or he must engage in an arranged marriage. Hakuryuu who believes that no one can love him chooses to venture on and uncover the mystery behind the supposed disappearances, but he decides to do so under a different name...

Kaien has no last name, no magic, and no clear memories. The only thing he has is a group of orphaned children who depend on him to survive. But when an ancient monster destroys his village, Kaien makes a desperate decision: to unearth the cursed sword everyone fears. Thus begins his bond with Ryusatsuga, a blade that feeds on the soul… and the pain of its wielder. By his side: a warrior with a living grimoire and a past even more painful; a beast child with horns and a wounded soul; and a two-tailed black cat who holds more secrets than meows. Together, they will face monsters, visions, hunters, and truths that hurt more than any physical wound. But at the heart of this story, there are not just battles or curses: It is a message for anyone who feels broken.

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

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?"

The first time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom died just as her bridal sedan chair arrived at his door. The second time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom was struck by lightning just as the auspicious hour arrived. Having been 'returned' twice, her ominous reputation spread throughout the surrounding villages, and it seemed she would be left on her family's hands. Her grandmother, who favored boys over girls, slapped her thighs and wailed, "What sins did I commit in my past life, that you can't even be sold for a single tael of silver!" Ji Huan: "...You might not believe this, but I'm destined for great fortune in the future." Yikes! There's a rule that "those who are unmarried by the age of seventeen will be assigned a husband by an official"? Not to worry, not to worry, I'll just find a fake husband to deal with it. That vagrant at the village entrance... if he cleans up, he's actually quite presentable. It'll be him!

She crashed her cheating fiancé's wedding in mourning attire and walked out with a marriage certificate from the most dangerous man in the city. Sparkle Gold thought she had it all: a booming agency, a loving fiancé, and a rising-star cousin she raised with her own hands. Then she woke up in a car speeding toward the ocean and overheard the two people she trusted most plotting her death. She survived. She kept the evidence. And she showed up at their wedding to reveal the truth! What she didn't expect? The owner of the Sanctus—cold, ruthless billionaire Evan Saint—dragging her straight to the marriage bureau. "You wrecked my banquet hall. Consider this your payment plan." Now publicly married to a man she once chased ten years ago, Sparkle has a new mission: destroy the people who stole her company, reclaim her place in the entertainment industry, and win Best Actress. --- He married her for leverage. She stayed for revenge. Neither expected to fall.