MTL - Pokémon Modifier - Chapter 552 looking for plasma

An accident let him have a special ability to turn back time up to 1 minute. When he said the wrong things in front of his leader, he was able to return back to 1 minute before to correct what he said.

During jade stone gambling and there was no jade inside, he turns back time to pick another stone.

When the woman he likes met an accident, he can return back to 1 minute before to save her……

A small fry’s rise through the ranks of the government service starts……

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Aarav spent his whole life in suffering and injustice. Disowned by his family, cheated by his girlfriend, and drowning in alcohol and gambling, he ultimately meets his end while saving a young child and is reincarnated in the world of Eldoria as Astrael, the only heir of the Ravensatra family, where swords and magic reign supreme and only the strong survive while the weak are devoured. Follow Astrael along his journey as he defies fate beyond heaven. From a broken man to the one and only Sovereign. Wait, there is also a system--[Ding][Aetheric Codex is online][Host has awakened the divine skill Synthesis.][Ding][Host has awakened the divine skill Plunder.]..............Tags: Reincarnation, Antihero, Romance, Male MC, Western Fantasy.............Disclaimer: The story begins at a slower pace as the main character is in the early stages of their journey. These initial chapters are meant to establish the world, characters, and the foundation of the plot. As the story progresses, the pace will pick up and unfold with greater intensity and depth. Your patience will be rewarded.

“If you intended to die anyway, don't die quietly like a pussy! Go out in a fucking blaze of glory!”That was the statement that changed my world forever.I was a loser in life. I died and got reincarnated into a Revenant. Revenants were people who defended the living from the dead. In exchange for a second life, they had one task and were blessed with one cheat ability.The task? To kick as much zombie ass as possible.Unfortunately, my cheat just made me “Rewind”. It didn't give me super strength, speed or the ability to fly. Hell, it didn't even give me a way to fight!Without any way to kill zombies, I nearly died on my first day on the job! Back then I remember crying and puking all over the place like a little bitch.But while I started out like a little bitch, I didn't stay one.Dying full of regrets changed me you see. So much so that I made a promise.I refused to repeat my mistakes when I was human. Reborn as a Revenant, I will never bow down to anyone ever again.Unfortunately, these Revenant bastards were old school. Like they hacked zombies with swords and all that crap old school. As a man born in the USA, I saw no reason why I needed to follow their outdated way of thinking.The modern world had the superpower of gun powder and lead. So instead of swords, I came after every zombie I saw with guns. Like countries in the middle east, I proceeded to blow the motherfuckers to kingdom come.And surprisingly because of “Rewind”, I found out I could never run out of ammunition.$200 for each kill. Hefty bonus for each area of hell liberated.What scared normal people shitless suddenly allowed me to earn millions every day. The richer I got the more “Freedom” I could unleash! Mortars, tank, air strikes to even nukes. Backed by modern science and technology, I slowly but surely drove the undead back.Along the way, I met and saved seven heavenly beauties. And all of them fell in love with me.They were a little obsessive, scratch that, they were all fucking insane. My precious harem was comprised of nothing but Yanderes in every sense of the word. Still, I would willingly burn the entire world for just one of them.For when I called, only my battle harem answered.And that was even before I learned of another secret.Exchanging bodily fluids with my girls gave me their cheats. Suddenly, in contrast to every Revenant in the world who only had one, I alone wielded eight. One from each girl plus my own.And so unfolded my 2nd life.Which eventually became my legend.Who am I you ask?I was born as John Smith.But these days not even my girls use that name.Both on Earth and in Hell everyone else just calls me Limitless.And I am the Strongest Revenant.

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.