After Becoming A Mortal I Made Both Heros And Villains Eat Grass
Jidenna stared at the harem villain's unconscious body under his feet and the 13 knocked out beauties scattered around him. He looked at the sky and sighed, "Can't I have a break" **** After being betrayed and killed by the one closest to him Jidenna, an ancient god woke up in a rental apartment with no memory of who he was. His only clue was the acceptance letter on his laptop to a university across the continent and the insight that accompanied him: he could know the use of an object with a touch. But before he could fully adjust to his new reality he was poisoned. Dragging himself from the gate of hades he went on a spree of revenge and afterwards set off to another land for schooling. Thinking to himself that the action was over but he began to notice strange things ever since he entered Pǔshì University His roommate wanted to siphon his luck. His seatmate was a trouble magnet and a harbinger of disaster. The random elderly man wanted to steal his girl and make her his 108th concubine. As if that wasn't enough action already the world ended gods and monsters tore open the sky bringing forth a new era of chaos. Bursting with anger, Jidenna rubbed them all in the sand and stuffed grass in their mouths. ——— Contact me on Instagram @Daoist_Starweaver
Show Down, The Cost Of Ambition
Cheng Yuan could still remember that evening when his quaking supporter stumbled into his room.
It was as clear as day.
But Cheng Yuan wished it wasn't. He wished he could blur it out and pretend it never existed, leaving him blissfully oblivious.
But he knew it couldn't happen, not when the evidence of the betrayal was right before his eyes, smiling with flattery at his biggest competitor, Bai Hua.
A smile Cheng Yuan had never seen from him was now shown to her.
The sight blinded his eyes, and he threw his head away, escaping from it.
His heart twisted in his chest; the room seemed to close in on him, every breath coming out labored as his eyes were trained on that betrayer.
He wanted to go up to him, clutch him by the arm, and shout, "Why?"
Amongst his supporters, he was the only one he trusted.
The only person who approached him without the influence of it.
The only genuine person.