Blacksmith: You Are Making Mjolnir For The Forging Exam? - Chapter 19: Discussion Group

Found yourself here? why not read abit, its only 20 chapters. just a little bit of your time, who knows you might like what you see or perhaps you won't but a man can hope...***I was born in darkness and lived my life within it.But when the choice came, I willingly stepped into the light.Was it desire or a whim that made me do it?I don’t remember.I never had a name. They were foreign to me, yet I yearned for one. Why?I don’t remember.I remember how emotions once felt—how I couldn’t understand them.To me, they were like the flavors of ice cream.Now I can feel them, but they are too conflicting.Why do I feel sad, excited, and at peace while looking at the rain?Why are my feelings so conflicted, so contradictory, even over the simplest things?Was discarding so much of myself and becoming human worth it?My past self would say yes without hesitation.But in the present, I find myself wondering… hesitating.Was it really worth it? If yes,then why do I feel so empty?I can’t go back. I must walk forward without hesitation and regret.Perhaps this emptiness will fade with time.I can only hope.To my past self:I have achieved the goal you were seeking.I hope I didn’t let you down.I hope to make you proud.

Feng Yun was an ordinary young man who was unable to cultivate. One day, He got the inheritance of the Ancient Yang Demon Clan and a mysterious sword. With these he became a super genius and started his new journey from a small town to heaven, sweeping across the world, vying for the supreme existence.

Fang Xi has transmigrated, and it's the second time!In the Cultivation World, I was submissive. In the other world, I struck with a heavy fist!Who would have thought that after thousands of years, I've become a big shot in the Cultivation World!(Pursuing Longevity + infinite flow - these are quality works presented by Wen Chao Publishing. Rest assured, these books are top-notch reads, so feel free to add them to your collection)

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.