MTL - Marvel: Become Athena - Chapter 110

In this world, awakening a class is extremely rare, especially for children born from a simple background.But most nobles were blessed with the gift of awakening a class at the age of nineteen while only about five percent of commoners would be awakening theirs.However, every single one of them had only one goal in mind, to join the elite warrior party in eradicating the threats of their kingdom.Members of the elite warrior party had fame, riches and everything else anyone could ever asked for, so Ray felt ecstatic when he had been invited to join the elite warriors party.At the age of nineteen, he was from a remote village and all he had ever wanted was nothing more than to go on adventures with his new party members.However, things didn’t work out as he had planned it to be.Not only did he lost his mother, sister and childhood friend, he had also been treated poorly by his team members who were eager to get rid of him at the slightest chance they had.In the end, Ray was used as a sacrifice for their own selfish interests and all he could do was watch as they crushed his skull to paste.But luckily, Ray somehow found himself back to the very day he had Awakened his powers.And now, with the knowledge of the future at the back of his mind, Ray vows to find out the root behind his party members’ actions.Of course, he intends to also cruelly repay each and every one of them for what they had done to him, while also protecting those he had failed to save in his previous life.=======[Void Magic], [Kingdom Building], [Heartwarming], [Dark], [Beast-taming], [Summons], [Action], [Level Up], [Conquer], [Second Chance].

Her childhood was forged in shadows, and she was sharpened into a weapon, trained to be a ghost, a killer—an instrument of vengeance. The target: a decorated general who brought down her family.But fate doesn't follow orders.Just as Lara was about to execute her long-planned mission, everything spiraled out of control. A military convoy intercepted her escape route—escorting none other than the general himself. And then came the moment that changed everything.A blinding crash. Screeching tires. Her body was thrown like a ragdoll, then darkness.She had a fleeting recollection of another world, another lifetime where kings ruled the land with an iron fist.But she woke up, and twelve long months had passed. She did not know where she was or who she was. She remembered nothing.They told her different names.A child with trembling hope whispered, “Mommy, your name is Moira Torres.”Her doctor insisted, “Your admission slip says Larissa Reyes.”A hardened general leaned close and commanded, “Remember who you are. Remember your mission.”Then another general—dangerously calm, incredibly familiar—looked at her as if she mattered and asked, “Can I call you Lara?”The name unlocked something buried deep in her soul.Lara Norse Kromwel.Daughter of General Odin Norse.Empress of the First Empire.But the man who watched her most closely dismissed it with cold certainty.“This is the 21st century,” he said. “What nonsense are you spouting? What Empress? You are my woman. You can only be mine!”

Welcome to NecroCorp – Where War is Always in Stock!“Now with 15% off main battle tanks, because peace is bad for business.”Hello, traveler!Looking for a bone-forged sword? A modular mana cannon? Perhaps... a discounted main battle tank for your next kingdom raid?Oh wait, you're not a customer, you're a reader.Right. This is probably where I give you my “tragic backstory.” Fine.I used to be human.Then I died.Now I'm a Lich with a factory in a dead dungeon, a skeleton workforce that doesn't need lunch breaks, salaries, and a magical system that rewards me for selling stuff. So, I did what any sane undead would do: I started an arms corporation.Now I sell weapons to orcs, goblins, elves, humans, anyone with a grudge and a pile of magic stones. Need siege engines? Got 'em. Crossbows that reload themselves? Yup. Flamethrower golems? In development.But here's the trick: you can’t sell weapons if there’s no war.So when the world started calming down... well, I may have encouraged a few border skirmishes. For marketing purposes. Nothing personal. War drives demand, after all.So, if you're here for drama, explosions, undead capitalism, and morally questionable business strategies wrapped in bone and steel, you’ve come to the right dungeon.Just don’t ask about the warranty.There isn’t one that lived to tell and ask about it.

For Marco, Lucas is his meek little brother. For the rest of the world, he is the menacing Ghost of Vermil.“Angels endow blessings. Demons sow curses.” A hundred years ago, angels and demons descended on earth. It is said they are still here.Annointed with potent holy power, Marco is set to join the Kingdom's Holy Army to fight off the demonic legion. But before that, he must confront the trail of blood and ash that points to Lucas's involvement with the dark side.As mysteries unfold and loyalties fracture, Marco is faced with the question: where does holiness end and damnation begin? If all lines are blurred and the fate of humanity is at stake, will he have enough resolve to strike down the brother he once swore to protect?