forty disbelief

“Even if this universe is truly nothing more than a brutal, bloody, shadowy forest, we Cultivators will burn all that we have just to give off a single weak flickering spark in the darkness! “No matter how weak each spark is, how short-lived, how small… As long as the sparks flow unabated, then one day one of those sparks will light some tinder, and that tinder shall light some fallen branches, and those branches shall set ablaze each and every last tree of the forest! “In the end, even the smallest sparks will eventually set the shadowy forest ablaze and illuminate the whole world!” ------ ** Qidian International and the former translator, Mr. Strivon, have reached an agreement to buy out the chapters and host them on our site. We will be continuing the translation from the last chapter translated by Mr. Strivon **

I was running away from them. My baby was crying in my arms as I tried to shush him. The biting cold was harsh my already thin frame. My baby’s lips started turning white. I glanced at how my baby boy stopped crying. I continued running until the town was far behind us and all I could see in front of us were just a field of thick snow. My baby’s lips turned blue. “Oh Lord, please don’t let anything happen to him,” I prayed to God and caught sight of an old church up the hill to the left of the snow-covered path. “Hang on there, baby, we are almost there,” I whispered to him. The falling snow was heavier as the minutes ticked by. Soon we were caught in a blizzard. With much difficulty we managed to reach the old church. My heart sank as I saw that it was a dilapidated and abandoned church. It only meant one thing, no warm fire to save my baby. I went inside anyway as that was the only shelter available for miles on end. There was no fire wood by the fire place. No blankets, no rugs or anything that I could use to warm us up. All my baby had was me. I cuddled him closer. I was losing my baby. “No, God! Lord if you can hear my prayer I am at your House right now please let my baby live! You can take my live, please let my baby live!!! Please Lord I beg you,” I kept repeating my prayer believing if I prayer hard enough God will really grant my wish and let me trade my life for my baby’s life. I did not know how long I prayed. When I finally checked on my son he was cold and dead. God did not help us. My prayers went unanswered. I wished the Earth would just open up and swallow me up as I lost the will to live on. I had lost my son, what else was there for me to live for? My last thoughts before I lost consciousness was, “God failed me.” ******************************** This incarnation: Theeya is the direct descendant of one of the original Forty Thieves. When everyone thought it was just a bedtime story that was popularized in the 1001 Arabian Nights. Their entire life changed course, taking on a totally different direction the moment Ali Baba killed all forty thieves. Theeya’s ancestors were guarding their family heirloom zealously. The only clue her late father guarded zealously was the parchment containing clues to where the secret cave was. Every man of each generation tried and failed to unravel the well hidden secret. Years later, it became her father’s obsession. Unfortunately he died without fulfilling his wish, that was to claim his birth right. As her late father had no son, only daughters, Theeya took it upon herself to continue her father’s legacy, to reclaim their family’s inheritance. She consulted the help of a dashing Professor, specialising in Egyptology, to unravel the mysteries of the parchments passed down from her forefathers. She found herself falling in love with Prof Jeff Everett, a man whom she thought to be gay. Only two years before that Theeya turned down the marriage proposal from her ex who cheated on her and had a baby with another woman when they were stil together. Theeya promised herself that she had no time for romance. She must not get married. She must not let her father down. It was up to her to get to the secret cave and find that Holy Grail of Immortality even if that means going to the end of the world looking for it, not that she mind to travel with the devilishly handsome Professor Everett. Her legs would go jelly and she would swoon each time she was in the Professor’s presence. Can she really survive her adventure with Professor Everett? As they traced the footsteps of men who lived for the secrets of the cave and the Holy Grail, they found the other descendants of the original Forty Thieves. One thing in common bound them, one thing that none could ever ignore, the bloody red eyes that would haunt their sleep. Would these nightmares end once they unravel the ancient secrets of the Forty Thieves cave?

Owen has been struggling with addiction since he was a teenager, but it takes a DUI involving another vehicle for him to finally face his issues. The road to recovery is a rough one, and for Owen it's a journey made harder by bankruptcy, loneliness, and repressed memories.<br><br>His new apartment doesn't help either. It's small, worn, and hot as hell. The only way to reach it is a tedious stretch of stairs that seems like the final insult on top of a whole pile of misery.<br><br>Thankfully, the mess comes with one bright spot: intense, pretty Sebastian, who seems to have a knack for keeping his head up and finding the beauty in everything.

I’m the Last Reality Steward, So I Outsourced Saving the World to Glitchy Superheroes. I am Paradox, the last Prince of the Djedi and the administrator of the Space/time. My job description includes maintaining the infinite Matryoshka dimensions, filtering the Chrono Waterfall, and ensuring Reality doesn't crash. It’s a lot of work. And frankly? I’d rather be on vacation. So, when my foster father—a golden deity known as The Oneironaut—accidentally weaponized the trauma of human children into living, breathing superheroes, I didn't panic. I saw a staffing opportunity. Now, I manage a chaotic team of "Imagination Manifests": A ghost bride with abandonment issues, a mermaid who doesn't understand surface physics, and a tank who thinks gravity is a suggestion... There’s just one catch: They operate on Dream Logic. If they ever start thinking like rational adults, they will cease to exist. My job isn't to fight the villains anymore. My job is to keep my team delusional, manage their PR, and stop the Interdimensional IRS from foreclosing on the Earth. Welcome to the Administration. Please don't touch the velvet.

In the distant future, human civilization has evolved to an unprecedented level of advancement. "Forty Thousand Years in the Star Realm" narrates the growth journey of an ordinary youth in a world of cultivation. Over the span of forty thousand years, the protagonist transitions from a novice who is completely ignorant of the ways of cultivation to a formidable force that wields the power of the cosmos. This world is brimming with mystery and peril. Cultivators enhance their abilities through practice, exploration of ancient ruins, search for miraculous medicines, and crafting of enchanted artifacts. Throughout this journey, the protagonist not only confronts a myriad of external challenges but also overcomes personal fears and doubts, ultimately grasping the true essence of cultivation. The novel is infused with a rich tapestry of fantastical elements such as celestial techniques, enchanted items, mythical beasts, venerable sects, and esoteric cosmic laws. As the narrative progresses, the protagonist slowly uncovers the grander secrets behind the cultivation realm, as well as the truths of the forty-thousand-year history of cultivation.

In an unfamiliar world full of monsters, demons, deities and secrets buried for the better, a game is being played. 160 "Players", each one a soul of someone who died on Earth, will kill each other for a second chance at life. They all deserve to win. They all deserve to live again. But only one will win and Frey Alcott, the 47th Player, does not plan on staying dead for long. Available on RoyalRoad, Honeyfeed and Rebirth Online.

Behind the crimson curtains of the Forbidden Palace, a lowborn eunuch becomes the center of whispered secrets, royal lust, and deadly ambition. He serves in silence—but his presence stirs the hearts of princes, the envy of nobles, and the schemes of an empire. This novel contains mature themes and explicit sexual content. Viewer discretion is advised. YAOI - HAREM - Smut - Character Growth - Exhibitionism - Outdoor Intercourse - Urination - Threesome - Foursome - Double Penetration.

I heard my boyfriend, Nathaniel Whitaker, had been in a car accident. I tore him from the wreckage with my bare hands. Only to find out the car was a prop. And the blood was fake. Then, I heard the laughter from the garage next door. "God, Emily's such an idiot. She fell for it again." Through the half-open garage door, I saw Nathaniel sprawled on the sofa. He was casually scrolling through his phone, completely unharmed. “This is the 37th time we’ve toyed with her. Three more and we’ll make it an even forty.” "She deserved it for stealing Sophia's internship." "Nathaniel never loved her. He just wanted revenge." I bent over, gasping for air. So, the love I had cherished for five years was nothing more than a game to them.

[Hidebound Older Man VS Two-Faced Heiress: Daddy-Type + Seductress + An Old House on Fire] Everyone in Aethelgard says, a man should marry a woman from the West Family. The eldest daughter of the West Family is gentle and virtuous, a sought-after prize in high society. On the eve of her engagement. Her fiancé cheated on her. Willow West, having played the good girl for so long, decides she's done pretending. Fueled by alcohol, she finds a handsome man. Just one wall away from the scumbag ex and his mistress. The next day, she wakes up to her world collapsing. She had slept with the circle's famous 'older man'—Aiden Pierce, her dear uncle's best friend. Her impression of Aiden Pierce wasn't very good. Years ago, when she was having her first romance, she had tried to sneak a kiss with her young boyfriend, only for Aiden Pierce to report her to her uncle before their lips could even meet. The Aiden Pierce of today is even more dull—celibate and restrained, with everyone from his secretary to his assistant being male, and zero romantic scandals to his name. He's nothing short of a hidebound traditionalist! Willow West wants to escape. Aiden Pierce's well-defined hand grips her chin. "Miss West, a man's virtue is still virtue. You must take responsibility for me." * Aiden Pierce, who had practiced self-restraint for thirty years, was captured by Willow West—a woman gentle and demure in public, yet passionate and daring in private. Everyone thought Willow West was a good girl. Only Aiden Pierce knew that behind closed doors, the young woman not only smoked and drank but was also a cool, badass biker. * The assistant has recently noticed a change in the workaholic President Pierce. Not only is he hitting the gym three times a week, but his style has also shifted from uniform high-end suits to a different streetwear brand for every day of the week. His once stern and unsmiling face now frequently breaks into a smile. Even his eternally unchanged screensaver has been replaced. It's now a picture of a sexy, wavy-haired beauty in a black biker suit, holding a cigarette and sitting on a motorcycle!

On the most popular interstellar forum, there is a hot topic: What is the most unbelievable thing that has happened around you? Chun Mian: Thanks for the invite. I was sitting at home, and a door fell from the sky. Life is like a tightly closed door, before opening it, you never know, what you will face: a living person or a forty-meter-long blade! (Quick Transmigration, No CP)