MTL - Lord Highlander - Chapter 1396 1383. Ghost hunting group

Lorien Su transmigrated into the Marvel Universe and became a top psychological counselor!He awakened the Nine-to-Five Work System—so long as he clocked in, clocked out, and slacked off without ever working overtime, he could receive random rewards from across the multiverse!Spider-Gwen? Scarlet Witch? Bring them here![One day of slacking off: Phoenix Force, Endless Milk Tea!][Seven days of slacking off: Silver Superman Template, Unlimited Popping Candy!][N days of slacking off: Heart of the Universe, Reality Manipulator!]Scarlet Witch:“Lorien, without you, I have no reason to live.”Spider-Gwen:“Lorien, thank you for showing me what true justice is.”Sorcerer Supreme:“Without Lorien, I wouldn’t be who I am today.”With powers in hand, Lorien felt even more at ease embracing his laid-back lifestyle.As for Earth’s destruction or a universal reset?Lorien:“Doesn’t matter. First, I’ll enlighten them. Then, I’ll make my move.”

Ever since Arwin was summoned as a child, all he has known is war. And now, to claim the demon queen's life and end the war, he has to kill himself. But, as he deals the final blow to his mortal enemy, the Hero of Mankind is betrayed.Caught in a magical explosion thought to end him, Arwin awakens a month later to find that everyone has already moved on. His [Hero] class has changed to a unique blacksmith class called [The Living Forge] that is empowered by consuming magical items, but some of his old passive [Titles] remain, giving him the power to forge his new future exactly the way he wants to.Arwin isn't going to settle for anything less than completely surpassing the powers he wielded as the Hero.After all, you are what you eat – and Arwin’s diet just became legendary.What to expect: - Item focused crafting story, where a lot of the MC's power comes from his equipment- Mix of crafting & combat as the MC has to get the materials himself. The MC does not spend the whole novel in one room crafting. - No Harem- Strong to Stronger MC- Slow burn revenge with a focus on the MC rebuilding his life and discovering new purpose

To everyone in the Full Moon Pack, Hailee Stones was just an omega, the quiet daughter of the pack house cook. No one ever guessed she was more than that. As an omega, she was often overlooked, belittled, and disrespected, especially by Nathan, the Alpha’s son. He always singled her out, teasing and tormenting her in ways she couldn’t understand. Why did he bother to notice someone like her at all?Everything began to change when Callum, the Alpha heir of the Nightshade Pack, transferred to Moonridge Academy to finish his final year. The school was located in Full Moon Pack territory, and Hailee was surprisingly chosen to be his guide.But they weren’t the only ones to cross paths. Nathan's cousin, Dane, the charming and mysterious Beta heir of the Snowmoon Pack, known for always getting what he wanted, also took a sudden interest in her. Dane, who had never glanced twice at an omega before, seemed drawn to the fiery girl who refused to bow her head.Things escalated quickly.Soon, all three young heirs, Nathan, Callum, and Dane, were fighting for her attention. The tension between them grew unbearable, and Hailee was caught in the middle, torn and confused by her feelings for each of them.Then, just a week before her eighteenth birthday, everything changed.Hailee slept with all three of them… on the very same day.And the very next morning, she vanished without a trace.Ten years later, Hailee returned to the Full Moon Pack. But she wasn’t alone.She came back with three boys, triplets, each bearing a startling resemblance to one of the men she had left behind.Now Nathan, Callum, and Dane each claim that at least one of the boys is their son, if not all three.As for Hailee? She has no idea who the true father or fathers are.

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. “Where are we?” “What happened?” “I thought I died!” Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room.As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. “I remember... I was stabbed...” ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. “I... I died in a plane crash,” muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor.Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last.“I got shot... I remember it vividly,” he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. “So how am I still here?” The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories.With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. “This... this seems familiar,” he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings.As the words “pairs, pairs, pairs” echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. “It can't be... don't tell me...” he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions.Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation.The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting.“I never expected anyone to notice me,” the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. “I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?”Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. “Eh... Ethan Rivers,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia.“Greetings, lost souls,” Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. “I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life.”As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, “This it bad, really bad.”