Top Student at Their Peak - Chapter 31: The Vanity of Youth

A new book “The Madame Hid Her Baby Bump and Ran Away, While President Jin Searched the World Crazily” is released! It's a unique blend of initial heartbreak followed by sweetness, featuring a genius and adorable baby. Expect an even more dramatic story, and we hope for your support!That year, Ye Weiwei was forced by her parents to take the fall for her twin sister and go to jail, where she gave birth to a pair of twins.Five years later, she returns with her daughter, outsmarting scheming white lotuses and saving a cute little bun.From then on, she is no longer just a former convict but becomes Mrs. Xiao, pampered to the point of weakness by Xiao Jinghan.

Michael Aurelius, the young heir to the Aurelius family is a white-ringed mage, the weakest and most pitiful mage in existence. Capable of only performing chore magic, he is deemed worthless despite being born into the noble and respected Aurelius family.Yet things take a turn when tragedy strikes, leaving the young and weak mage alone, fighting for his life in the mana-scarred lands. A mysterious power awakens within Michael, giving him a glimpse of the strength he had always been yearning for.But all is not as it seems. With most of the arcane knowledge lost due to the great war two-thousand years ago, civilization has yet to recover.Read along as Michael begins his journey towards his ultimate goal—strength.Because only by being strong will he be able to exact revenge on those who have wronged him. Only then can he surpass those who mocked him.

You guys may have read many cultivation novels with familiar tropes like system, talent, survival, evil, weak to strong, overpowered, and strongest from birth.For me, these are the most familiar MCs I have seen in the cultivation genre.I felt bored getting the same thing over and over. So, I decided to write a unique MC personality myself.Li Chen is the name I came up with for my MC, and he has a pretty unique personality.A personality that I formed for myself while reading these novels. But it isn’t a permanent personality; personality cracks when reality hits. It isn’t easy to adjust to a world filled with blood and continuous struggle where the strong prey on the weak.I never understood how someone could become used to blood in just a few days after transmigration.Whatever, you don’t need to worry about these things. My story is filled with over-the-top moments that relax your day and hidden depth for some readers who want some real-stick vibes in the cultivation genre.Your flashy op mc is still there, no worries, just a bit of my twist.Read at least 21 ch before deciding to drop it.

As a princess that could not wield magic, Princess Daphne’s only value to her kingdom was her arranged marriage. The task was simple, but when Daphne gets kidnapped and brought to the cold mountains of Vramid, she realizes that she’s in over her head.

She had heard of these cursed mountains before― rocky terrain, freezing temperatures, and the land was ruled by a man feared by many within the continent.

King Atticus Heinvres, the blood-thirsty ruler of the North.

Even though she had never met him before, tales were spread of King Atticus’s ruthlessness. Some said he was a monster, others claimed he was the devil himself, but whatever the story was, everyone knew of the man who had powers beyond anyone’s imagination. He could topple armies and crumble nations with just one wave of his hand, aided by what others rumored to be a cursed obsidian ring.

No one outside of Vramid had ever met the fearsome king before. Not until Daphne.

However, upon meeting the formidable man, Daphne found out that the king might not really be the monster others had claimed him to be.

In fact, what was hidden under that obsidian shield could just be a diamond in the rough.

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“Now… where should I put you both?” he asked casually, not expecting a reply. “It’s regretful that I only have one chandelier.”

“Underneath my bed? No, no, too dirty. My dust bunnies don’t deserve this,” Atticus mused to himself. “The mantlepiece? How about the vanity table? I suppose if I lop off one of your heads I could mount it over… Wife, which head do you want to stare at while you do your hair?”

“Atticus!” Daphne screamed. “I don’t want any heads! Let them go.”

“Fair enough.” Atticus shrugged, and flicked his fingers.

There were two identical cracks as both necks snapped at once.

Daphne gasped, horrified. This man, her husband, had just killed two men with a flick of his finger, as though he was snuffing out candles.

“I told you to let them go!” Daphne cried out.

“Yes, I let them go,” Atticus said. Then, his eyes darkened. “To receive divine judgment from the heavens.”

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