Anti-War Game: Starting from Normandy Campaign - Chapter 2: Unlocking ’Normandy Landing

It was the twenty-third year of Tianxi*. Rumours traversed the streets that the all-knowing Imperial Advisor suffered a great calamity and could not help but enter seclusion to focus on cultivation. However, the commoners secretly clapped their hands and rejoiced. In the winter of the same year, a young monk appeared in the Hui Zhou Fu’s Ningyang District.

The monk’s monastic title was Xuan Min, his memories all missing, yet was versed in the arts of Feng Shui Kan Yu**. On the very first day arriving in Ningyang, he did not hesitate to take care of a dangerous manor, picking up Xue Xian, who was hidden there, along the way.

Since then, Xue Xian – who had been all-powerful in the first half of his life – gained a new life pursuit: to get this baldy*** who had only a good outer appearance to take his last breath and “smile from his grave”.

Xue Xian: If you are unhappy, then I will be happy. If you die, I’ll laugh my ass off.

Xuan Min: …

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Holy Lord, possesses the ability of zodiac signs, dragon charm, can spray high-temperature flames, pig charm, emits laser light from both eyes, horse charm, heals all injuries, dog charm, immortality, rabbit charm, possesses light like or even surpasses light speed, chicken charm, suspended in the air, monkey charm, transform into any form, snake charm, transparency, sheep charm, soul out of body and even control soul, tiger charm, adjust yin and yang, rat charm, grant the ability to move still objects , the cow charm, has infinite power (some abilities are fabricated by me), this article is about the protagonist who has the Holy Lord system, travels through many anime worlds, and promotes his majesty… [Diga (in progress) Hokage (unfinished) Open) Pirate (unopened) Attack on Titan (unopened) Tokyo? Brother Zheng ㄎ Chun? Kai) Conan (unopened)…〕

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Epic fantasy presence: Ashes Of The First Tyrant [AOTFT]Prologue – The Law of AuraThey say every soul burns.Some flare brightly and fade. Others smolder quietly for a lifetime.But a rare few, rare beyond reason ignite with such intensity that the world bends to them. These are not gods. Not yet.These are the Tyrants.And their aura is not a gift.It is a weight a burden.In this world, aura is everything.It is the breath behind a sword strike, the pressure behind a command, the silent will that can crush or inspire. Most are born with it. Few master it.But only one…only one in an ageawakens the Tyrant’s Spirit…the aura that dominates not by force, but by presence alone.