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MIGHT AS WELL BE OP

Anthony was an orphan and has been through the hard life filled with suffering Working twenty four hours a day with nothing to show for it. He prayed everyday for a better day but god seem to not hear him He only read novels and other books in other to escape his harsh reality, because it was only in it he found solace He died one night on his way home from work after cursing god for the first time as a result of his frustration. He thought he would be heading to hell for cursing god. But a Unique being that even the universe couldn't fathom was intrigued with Anthony's soul. He decided to grant Anthony a wish after he had been through a hard life Follow Anthony as he vows to achieve whatever he couldn't in his past life. He shall stand above all with absolute power All tremble with just the mention of his name Overpowered✓ Handsome✓ NOTE: This is my first book HAREM PASS: DENIED R-18: DENIED Support us with your power stone and gift. DISCORD: https://discord.gg/ZNUNmJEEVC .................................................................... NOTE: The book cover isn't mine, if the owner wants me to remove it, I will

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Family

The world stirred with tension, power brokers gathering in hidden chambers to discuss the extraordinary rise of Anthony Null.

While whispers of his Grandmaster rank rippled across continents, Anthony himself lay sprawled across a luxurious chaise in the Null estate, doing absolutely nothing.

The sunlight streamed through the tall windows, bathing the room in a warm glow.

Anthony's katana rested against the wall, untouched for days.

He lay on his back, an arm draped lazily over his eyes, and a soft snore escaped his lips.

He was truly living out the life his clones enjoyed.

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Meeting of Powers

In the heart of the Lionheart estate, a clandestine meeting took place in a grand hall.

The room was dimly lit, the flickering flames of ornate chandeliers casting dancing shadows on the walls.

Leaders, scholars, and military tacticians sat around a crescent table, their expressions grim.