Star Rank Hunter - Chapter 268: A Few Strangers and Two Animals (2)

Adrian, a 21-year-old game developer, had just graduated from college with a guaranteed position at one of the country's largest game development companies, but instead of his dream coming true, it ended in a car accident after his graduation party.When he woke up, Adrian found himself in the body of a 17-year-old high school student.To his surprise, this guy wasn't graduating from an ordinary school, but from one of the gods!Having taken over the body of a young god, Adrian had thousands of ideas on how to use his divinity of creativity to get as many believers as possible.Adrian realized a great way to get thousands of believers quickly.“Can't I use my deity to make games and ask for prayers for believers to play my games? ”Do my believers need something to fight monsters with? I'll make a game where they can capture monsters that will fight for them and evolve!Do a red fire dragon, a blue water turtle, and a green plant frog look familiar? It's just a coincidence.Is my believer's technology too weak? What changes can an intelligent AI assistant bring to people's lives?When the God of Lightning decided to invade the realm of my believers, the creatures he encountered left him speechless.“The God of Creativity wasn't weak? Where did so many powerful monsters come from?” The God of Thunder cried out in despair.“I'm no longer the God of Creativity, I'm now the God of the Internet!” Adrian said with a smile as he ordered his followers to attack the enemy army.From the young god with the weakest and most underestimated divinity in the class, who no one believed could graduate, to the god the other gods can only look up to. This is the journey of Adrian, the God of the Internet.What to expect: - A God MC. - MC introducing modern things to a medieval world. - LitRPG elements. - Kingdom Building.

Experiencing a suffocating marriage with the man whom she was arranged to marry made Joanna want to leave him. But it was a failure as she died as the wife of the man who abandoned her and her son before they divorced.On the verge of her death, she made a wish to not encounter him again if there was a next life. She wished for the end of their fate only in this lifetime. She wanted to forget everything about him.However, when she opened her eyes again, she found herself in the room of the mansion of the man she just married. She was awakened by a dream that seemed to be a nightmare of her past life.She didn’t remember completely everything that had occurred in her past life and the dream was fragmented. But deep inside her heart, she only felt one thing. She was adamant about leaving him, to be far away from him.Therefore, she left his mansion just before she met him in person in the present lifetime.However, what she didn’t expect was that the so-called husband pursued her, not allowing her to leave him.Would Joanna be successful in leaving the man in this lifetime? Would fate play the same tragedy as her past life?---As he pulled his finger away from her soft, warm lips, he said, “It is good you stopped winding up, Joanna. Otherwise, I would have used the other method to make you stop blabbering over the same, boring topic endlessly.”When he noticed the stubborn woman was about to prove herself to be stubborn, the man leaned forward in a swift movement, facing the woman’s stupefied face which was an inch away from his.“Continue to blabbering, don’t blame me if I apply my other method right now,” the man murmured above her breath, trailing his gaze from her quivering eyes to her lips before moving it back to her now widened eyes.

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.

This was a fragmented and disorganized world, this was a place that had been forgotten.