Wanderlust Beastkin, Beauty and the Beastkin - Chapter 35: Honorable Oliver

Three Souls lay in one body,

One soul belonging to a man who had reached the peak, the strongest there ever was, the one who had the talent to do so. Yet he suffered because of his talent. His soul shone as bright as a galaxy once, but now is but a sun. His talents made him the envy of all.

And He lost it all.

The Second soul belonged to a man soon to be the richest in the world.

A man who had his face charred, a man who seemingly had every odd placed against him from the very beginning.

He went against the family that abused him and triumphed over them. Yet he was left broken inside, He craved a release, and the first soul brought him that release.

And he became a psychopath that scared the manifestation of evil itself.

And the Third?

The child born from their souls was anything but ordinary. Cursed with a fate no one wanted. Cursed with the fact that the Universe wanted him dead.

He was born from Chaos And Ice and a fraction of light, Yet manipulated Space.

His abilities were so powerful they were harmful to his body.

His talent is as infinite as the boundless cosmos.

His enemies were greater than one could count.

His luck is worse than shit.

And Yet, he continued to fight. Despite whatever was thrown at him, he would brute force through it or outsmart it, befitting the other two above.

He continued to fight, not believing in the bullshit that was destiny.

People were jealous of her. An orphan married into a wealthy family and had a handsome, gentle, and wealthy husband.Little did they know, they slept in the same bed but had different dreams, and seldom communicated.People think his husband is perfect, but only she knows that he calls out other women's names in his dreams.Even though she gave birth to twins, she didn't touch him.So she filed for divorce.Finding his wife abandoning her children and property just to be separated from him, he suddenly felt anxious.When he returned home, he found only the hungry children waiting to be fed, and the bed was also so cold. A luxurious villa without a wife is just a pile of steel and concrete. He suddenly realized that he had already fallen in love with her, but she had become his unattainable heiress.She said, “Sir, you have to queue up to chase me. You'd better go back and take care of your children.”He held his two children and smiled, “The children are too young to live without their mother. Let's give them back to you.”When the servant brought the children's luggage into the house, he emerged from a huge cardboard box and said, “I am the children's doll, and you can also think of me as an intelligent robot - with a complimentary warm bed service.”“..”

Lives are a currency, and Noah Vines is rich.Reincarnated into the body of a poisoned magic school professor, Noah is given more than just a second chance at life. Every time he dies, his body reforms. With infinite variations of runic magic to discover and with death as a painful soul wound rather than a final end, Noah finally has a chance to wander the lands of the living once again. And this time, he plans to get strong enough to make sure that he never has to wait around in the afterlife again.

Imagination was the eye of the soul, the beginning of creation.

Despite her immense power, the Supreme Goddess of Mysterious Origin had to seal herself after saving the world from the threat of destruction. However, she was sent to another world by the universe's will.

Ely was a girl suffering from partial memory loss. She was known as the shrine priestess of the Sacred Mountain. One day, she received the holy mission to unseal her Goddess Master. She got her priorities straight. However...

The pets she adopted became the Demon Kings, capable of suppressing the world. The tree she planted became the World Tree, forming a bridge between heaven and earth.

The passerby who received enlightenment from her became the Sage who led the entire generation. The disciples she nurtured became bigshots known across the three worlds.

When she looked back... The street painter who pestered her for her handicrafts and paintings turned out to be a God. The young priestess she recruited was actually the number one saintess from the Divine World.

She was known as the holy saintess. Yet, she still referred to herself as a mortal.

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