The City of Terror - Chapter 591 - Why Is There No P****!

The Ring of Magic had shattered.Calamities emerged.Lind, who had crossed over to become a wild monster NPC at a stronghold in the apocalyptic Magic World, saw a group of undead shouting “Pass the flame” arrive at his territory. They held lofty ideals and were willing to sacrifice themselves to save the world.Therefore, Lind prepared to masquerade as the village chief of Newbie Village.Lind: As a remnant of the old era, I will craft a ship that can carry us to the new era.Player: After enduring endless hardships, we finally met the BOSS, and then the BOSS just knelt down and swore fealty to the lord....“I, the King of Game BOSSes, Just Want to Be a Good Newbie Village Chief”“Player: Every NPC on Our Side is as Strong as a BOSS”“Player: That BOSS Actually Can't Beat the Quest NPC We're Supposed to Protect?”Tags: Lord, Farming, Kindombuilding, Fantasy, Fourth Apocalypse

You know what’s great? Turning eighteen.You know what’s not so great? Opening your eyes to a room you don’t know, followed by the world's most intense headache.This is how my story started. Where it goes from here is anyone's guess.---This is a Pokemon fanfic about a girl that gets brought into the Pokemon world from Earth.---This is my first time writing a fanfic so take it easy. Helpful criticism is appreciated and I may ask for suggestions but in the end I am writing this because I want to. I'm not sure what tags and genre will encompass this story but I will update it as it evolves.

Cal was the pride of his guild, the one that other Initiates looked up to. Then he died. So did his guild.His understanding of the world shattered before his death. His guild was nothing compared to others, which meant he was the best of the worst.When Cal was given a second chance, he wouldn’t repeat his mistakes. Who cared about being a [Mage] when it would just mean death? He would survive, even if it meant being something he sneered at in his previous life.A [Farmer].Of course, when did anything go according to plan? Never.

As a human, I should be miles away from any large shifter event. Especially the annual Mate Hunt.A hunt for mates. Doesn't that sound barbaric? Yeah, it's as bad as it sounds.Several packs in the area gather as their newly minted adult wolves shift. Females are let into the woods first and are given an hour's head start, just before sundown. Then it's time for the males, ostensibly thrown out to hunt down the scent of their fated (or chosen) mates.It isn't an event for the faint of heart, and it's definitely no place for someone who can't shift. So why the fuck am I here, running my little human heart out, chased by what sounds like an entire pack of wolves? Great question. I don't know, either.But I'm here.Surrounded by howls fueled by the thrill of the hunt.Feet bleeding. Lungs freezing.I am so fucked.----R18. Dark themes, including but not limited to: Murder, attempted murder, a stack of dead bodies, betrayal, mild sociopathy, an ML who appears to bathe in red flags despite his favorite color being green, an unwarranted hatred of blueberry muffins, and pillow thievery.