The Inheritance Of The Supreme Immortals - Chapter 142 - : The World Tree Siblings

After his girlfriend broke up with him, wandering all over the place, Xia Tian happens to see a girl about to be hit, after he saves her, he ends on the hospital. Now thanks to his accident Xia Tian awakened the ability to see through anything, be it weak points, or through clothing, nothing escapes his eye. Especially girls.

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Silver Ventirose experiences the biggest turnaround in his life after he consumed to the other side a great portal.Transporting him into a world where only he can cultivate and that too very easily!!He is given the task to take care of primordial serpent's child. With his maxed out luck and the system on his side, he hopes liberate the world from the evil that comes.----The pace of the story is medium as I like to live in the moment a bit more than others, but some scenes will move faster too avoid too much bore and lore dumping.

Sylas Gray returns to his hometown in the countryside for a winter vacation to his ancestral home, only to find himself caught in the midst of an apocalyptic outbreak. The world descends into chaos as the undead overrun everything, and the small town he grew up in is no exception.With hope dwindling and death lurking around every corner, Sylas witnesses unspeakable horrors—brutal killings, betrayals, and the darker side of human nature. Yet, amidst the despair, Sylas refuses to give up. Determined to escape the town and reach the capital, he is thrust into a shocking revelation.A mysterious change occurs within him, granting Sylas the ability to sense and control space. He discovers that he possesses a pocket of space within his own body—a power that could be his key to survival.Follow Sylas as he embarks on a perilous journey, fighting to survive, uncovering the truth behind the apocalypse, and discovering the true potential of his newfound abilities.

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.