Talent Awakening: I, the Weakest Awakened, Start with Dragonfire Spell - Chapter 482 483-Creating Gods

Unite the Clans? Create an Empire?Atrox Soryu thought he was destined for greatness… until he wasn’t.Born into the smaller Soryu Clan, Atrox was a prodigy, praised for his unparalleled swordsmanship and relentless ambition. He vowed to become Emperor of the Eternal Skies, a title that hadn't been claimed in centuries. But on the day he was to manifest his Order Mark—the source of every knight’s power—everything went wrong.Instead of the revered Holy, Elemental, or Mystic Orders, Atrox was branded with a Forbidden Order: Something twisted and wrong. A death sentence in the eyes of the world. Branded a monster and exiled by his own father, Atrox was cast into a brutal labor camp where the weak are crushed, and the strong are barely tolerated.But exile isn’t the end—it’s the beginning. In the harshest of conditions, Atrox awakens the full potential of his forbidden powers, powers that could rival even the strongest Knights. He will forge alliances with the forgotten, turn his enemies into allies, and rise from the shadows to build an empire from nothing.Betrayed, exiled, and broken? No. Atrox Soryu is building an empire—and the Eternal Skies will bow to him.

‘Where is the logic in transmigrating in a transmigration novel…!!’This transmigration novel’s title was “I Transmigrated, But I Became the Granddaughter of the Villain”.In other words, it’s the story of the original, REAL female lead… and I ended up transmigrating as the villainess who torments the female lead!Playing the role of the villainess who does all sorts of evil things to the female lead and then later suffers greatly?I can’t believe my life’s genre suddenly turned into a wretched tragedy without my say on the matter!I can’t live like this!‘Please save me!’But before the female lead could even appear, so many things just kept happening in front of me.“You’re the one with dirty blood. Right? I’ve been hearing people say that you wag your bum like an idiot to get food. Like a beggar.”“…”‘You’re all dead.’I, Erylotte, have transmigrated as the villainess of a wretched tragedy novel, known for its highest level of difficulty.At the age of three, I must make my way through life by using the original storyline to find my path. But…‘Ehh?’Why was the villainous duke, my grandfather, suddenly treating me well? Why did my dad, who was supposedly far away because he received the grandfather’s disdain, suddenly appear?And why were my older brothers being so annoyingly clingy?Moreover.‘What the heck.’[Erylotteeeee, so dangerously cuteㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ] [Ahhㅠㅠ I’m sorry for cursing you out before, I didn’t know you transmigrated ㅠㅠㅠ Turns out there’s this kind of settingㅠㅠㅠ] [Gotcha, it’s a wretched tragedyㅠㅠ Isn’t this family situation almost apocalyptic?]↳ [I know right ㅋㅋㅠㅠ] [There’s some foreshadowing here… Aren’t the cookies poisoned?]I stared at the window that appeared in front of me like a hologram.‘This looks like the comment section on CoconutPage though?’Just how did it turn out like this?!

For better or for worse, till death do us part. That was their vows at the altar, but he broke them first..He claims an open marriage is the solution to their childless marriage and that it's to protect her own interests. But all Braelyn sees is a prison built from guilt and lies.One heartbroken night, she stumbles into a karaoke bar and into the arms of Lucien. A man shrouded in mystery, rebellion and danger. His very presence tells her to run but it also gives her the solace she craved.She never expected to see him again after she ran, forgetting his sinful existence, but life wasn't done making a joke out of her.Lucien isn't just any man, but one who can destroy everything she believes in. The man she was never meant to meet. Her husband's uncleThe black sheep of the Volkov dynasty. A man whose desire will ruin her. Lucien knows she can't be his, but he was never a man who respected social norms. He doesn't care about anything but her every sin and touch.All he wants… is her, no matter how sinful it gets.

Intelligence without ambition is like a bird without wings.