MTL - Raising A Golden Crow In Secret - Chapter 202 1 battle to fame?

Zhou Xu, an interstellar military counselor, was selected by the “will not die in peace” system, and as a result, even though he had a great fear of pain, began his journey as villain, forced to die a terrible death over and over again. Zhou Xu, after going through a hundred worlds and dying a hundred times, finally changed. He wanted to retaliate!

Ah, so this is how death is? With the destruction of that nuclear project, we can now prevent a war from happening. I did it... I did it! It is now in your hands, guys. I will meet God in heaven and pray for the success of you all.

What does heaven look like? I will live my afterlife there and brag about how I help managed to make the world a better place.

When I am reborn, I want to see a festival where everyone will smile with no despair.

"Carry my commandment; bring peace upon this world and bring down the judgment hammer to those who wish of the world's destruction. Now live! Live to fulfill this duty and I shall grant you eternal happiness"

"Gather all babies over the kingdoms and execute them all!!!" The King can’t simply lose his authority due to a royal divine prophecy, foretelling the birth of the child that will cause destruction of his kingdom.

The Elduke mistress gave birth to her firstborn child, a son whom she had to say goodbye to. She washed her son away in the river, hoping that someday , someone will raise him well and he can bring a holocaust upon this Kingdom.

One day a young girl found a floating basket with a baby inside, her pure heart telling her to take the baby.

"Don't cry, you will be save, I'm here.. I won't let anything bad happen to you.."

She devote herself to take care of the baby, she can't let anything bad befell him.

"Mom, I will save this kid... please watch me from heaven, mom"

He always told me that he dreamed of me at night.

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.