Battle of Ascension - Chapter 475: Divine Grade Native (3)

A world-famous hacker and daughter of the most powerful criminal family who ruled the international underworld for many generations is killed when their organization is annihilated in a single night.

Humans finally did it. They finally discovered Space teleportation technology!With space portals, transportation and space exploration became easier. It was finally the time when things were looking up for humanity.Until the gates to the Abyss were opened!Powerful beasts came into our world causing mass destruction and terrifying causalities.All seemed to be lost, but that was when the first mages were born. These were humans that could summon terrifying powers and control the elements.…Drake had been living his life as a regular human; a non-mage. However, even though he was a non-mage he had mastered every weapon. All of a sudden was attacked by a terrifying pain that made him think he was going to die. There was a crack in the seal!“You are a Mage!”He was shocked when he finally confirmed this statement....Name: Black DrakeAffinity: Cosmic EnergySkills:Libra constellationAbility’s: Eye of Order: Disperse, Invert order, All equal before orderVirgo constellationAbility’s: Stamina x10, Master of all Elements.Elements controlled: Barrier Energy, Mental energy, Healing energy, Radiant moon energy, Earth energy, Gravity Energy…Aquarius constellationAbility’s: Cosmic armor (Every attack received is like a drop of water disappearing into the sea of stars)Sagittarius constellationAbility: Accuracy (always hits target)Taurus constellationAbility: Rage (Attack Power x10)More…...Drake steps into the world of mages, with all kinds of powers.Vampires, Werewolves, Dragons, Magical beasts, Demons, Abyss Devils and more he will encounter them all.Drake must master his cosmic power and awaken his abilities to protect all that is dear to him together with his friends in this new world.

After dying from a strange terminal illness, Ling Lan was reborn into a world 10000 years into the future. Although she dearly wished she could just live a peaceful and uneventful life in her new healthy body, fate had other plans ...Forced to disguise herself as a boy just so she could inherit her deceased father's premium military benefits, Ling Lan's journey to adulthood was full of challenges. After much difficulty, she finally turned sixteen when she could drop the charade. But before she could grasp her newfound freedom to get married and start her own family, a twist of fate results in her being thrown into the Federation's top military boys' school.With these twists of fate, Ling Lan had little choice but to walk further and further down a path of no return, one of cold and aloof dominance ...~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*ryuxenji the translator here. :3 Here are some other things you should know:1) This story is NOT primarily a romance. QI's system right now categorizes all novels taken from the female novel Chinese site (起点女生网) as 'romance' without fail, regardless of whether they truly are romance. So, if you are here just for the romance, you might want to find a different novel. There will be some romance eventually, but most of this novel is Sci-Fi/Xianxia with a lot of world-building and character development.2) I use British spelling. So, please ensure spelling errors are really errors before reporting them.3) No matter what the release rate up top says, the guaranteed release rate right now is 1 chp/day (a.k.a. 7 chps/week). All else is extra at my discretion. (I'll try my best, but RL responsibilities come first.)

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”