Douluo: Peerless Beastmaster King - Chapter 1 - : Zhou Sichen, Twin Martial Souls

【Children, remember this. Among the fortunes of heaven and earth, three parts are the essence of literature, seven parts are martial, and one part determines the fate of the realm!】【...10...3+7+1... Hey? Ancestor, something seems off?】

As soon as she fell into the world of beastmen, a leopard forcibly took her back to his home. Indeed, Bai Qingqing is at a complete and utter loss. The males in this world are all handsome beyond compare, while the women are all so horrid that even the gods shudder at their sight. As a first-rate girl from the modern world (she’s also a quarter Russian), Bai Qingqing finds herself sitting at the center of a harem filled with beautiful men — at the very peak of existence.

What's it like to control Time?Kranos had always been obsessed with controlling Time. “Time takes all away,” he thought.After dying of old age in his first life, Kranos reincarnated into the immortal world.Reincarnated into a world of cultivation, magic, magical creatures and horrifying existences, Kranos accepted his fate of being a mortal.However at that moment a notification panel appeared in front of his eyes...[Detected fragment of Time Dao...][Time System uploading…25%... 50%... 100%][Time System uploaded…]…[Name - Kranos.][Cultivation aptitude - ETERNAL-grade.][Elemental affinity - TIME.]…In this world filled with countless creatures and powerhouses, read how Kranos uses time to resolve all challenges he comes across.“With the power of time in my hands, I will conquer all.” Kranos sighed as he looked at the four immortals in front of him.Tags: #Action, #System, #Noromance, #Anti-hero, #Cultivation, etcetera.Hey guys, it's the carefree author's first time publishing a novel. I want to start with a small goal of 1000 chapters. Please support me!

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.