Super Godly Machine Army - Chapter 830

Synopsis: Yang Chen, the inheritor of the divine throne of Hades, was separated from his family at a young age and sold to a foreign assassin organization. Enduring the darkest of worlds, he eventually returned to his homeland incognito. Intending to live a low-profile life as a street vendor selling lamb skewers, fate took an unexpected turn when he married a well-known local corporate CEO. Hoping for a quiet existence, he found himself drawn into the role of a guardian knight due to the presence of beautiful women from various walks of life. As he navigates through these connections, his past experiences and former comrades resurface. Inadvertently, he delves into the world of cultivation in China and uncovers the essence of this world.

Hua Rong never expected to find herself in Blackthorn Academy, a notorious school created by the government to reform the most troublesome, undisciplined, and delinquent students. A place where chaos rules, fights break out daily, and the teachers have long given up.But Hua Rong doesn’t belong here. She’s determined to escape and return to her prestigious former school—by playing their game. The only way out? Earn enough points through perfect discipline. No fights. No trouble. No mistakes.Sounds easy, right?Except her new classmates are ruthless, the rules are stacked against her, and one particularly dangerous, devil-may-care boy seems hell-bent on making sure she never gets out. Xu Lingwei, whom she once rejected without a second thought. The boy who now stands at the top of Blackthorn’s unspoken hierarchy— holding a grudge.Under the second moon of fate, is this her second chance to make things right? Or will he be the reason she never escapes?.

She had never expected that she would slept with her deadly enemy,but it turned out to be a good match for both of them.

while after marriage ,his indifference finally angered her.

You damn bastard!

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.