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Immortal Ice Empress: Path to Vengeance

Mira was just a young mortal girl living a normal life until a god ruined everything for her. “Fuck you, GOD! Why do you keep doing this to me!!! What did I do to deserve this?!?” Trapped in a cycle of reincarnation, Mira continues learning and improving in hopes of taking down her oppressor. Follow Mira as she's thrust into a Cultivation World where the impossible is possible, and reality can be whatever you want it to be as long as you're strong enough. --------------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer: I don't plan on adding romance early in the novel. I will probably add some later in the novel, but it won't be the main focus. If there is any romance, then it will be yuri. This novel will also primarily focus on females. Of course, there will be males in the story, but for the most part, they won't be important characters. ---------------------Reward System--------------------- Gifts: Castle: 2 Extra Chapters Spaceship: 4 Extra Chapters Gachapon: 6 Extra Chapters --------------------------------------------------------- The cover is made by Moonfist from Fiverr: https://www.fiverr.com/moonfist?source=order_page_summary_seller_link Discord: https://discord.gg/4kxFxsCvb5 Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/Dreyerboys

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[Scythe Manifestation] Part 3

Another week went by as Mira sparred with Ryuu almost non-stop, only taking breaks every now and then to meditate. However, this time was precious to both Mira and Ryuu. 

To Mira, Ryuu was superior to her in terms of weapon skills, so she absorbed his teachings like a sponge. 

However, Mira's expertise lies in her battle experience being through the roof. Even if Ryuu was technically more skilled than her with a sword, he was still a fledgling regarding real battles. Since after a few fights, they both had a decent understanding of each other's fighting style, Mira had to show him the world of how elites fight. 

*BAM!*

"Ugh!" Ryuu groaned in pain as he hit the ground. Feeling the familiar sensation of a scythe pressed against his neck, he raised his hands as a sign of surrender and released a sigh.