Esper Harem in the Apocalypse - Chapter 1056: The Founders of Hero Organization

One morning after being struck by lightning, Ye Wenxuan inexplicably gained the superpower of being able to generate electricity.

If he jammed his finger into one of the generator terminals in an electricity power plant, he could provide a year’s worth of power for 3 Tier 1 cities simultaneously, receiving the name “the mobile nuclear power plant.”

The country’s electrical company’s boss held his hand, speaking emotionally: “Comrade ah, the country’s future electrical development will all depend on you!”

Ye Wenxuan: WTF

Later, the “mobile nuclear power plant” was dispatched to be a bodyguard for a local tyrant.

Xing Yuan coldly said: “Just now did you or did you not electrocute me?”

Ye Wenxuan pointed to the heavens and swore: “I am an honorable employee, how could it be possible for me to make a move on my employer!”

Later on…

he made a move.

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In a world where everyone has the chance to ascend to heaven and claim the title of the No. 1 God by touching the Stone Tablet, battles rage across the three realms—Heaven, Hell, and Earth.People fight fiercely to climb to the top, each striving for ultimate power and dominance.But me? I’m Ragnarok, and I’m not really interested in godhood.My best friend, Jason, however, has always dreamed big. He wants the two of us to become the Duo Gods of the Universe, with one of us as No. 1 and the other as No. 2.Jason is like a brother to me, and I’ve always had his back. So I’m just going along for the ride, supporting him as he chases his dream.What neither of us knows is that I’m the strongest being in existence—a power even I’m unaware of.Join me on this thrilling journey to godhood as I uncover the truth about my strength, fight alongside Jason, and face challenges across all realms.

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.

Mathew survived the entire two weeks of the apocalypse. A great score for someone blessed with brains over the brawn. Yet, even he fell after just fourteen days, giving his all to save the one person he cared for.

But why does a death looks like watching himself from the third person perspective? Is this the purgatory to watch over his own shoulders at the mistakes he made? A punishment for Mathew's sins to repeat those mistakes over and over again?

But wait, what are the three clocks in the corner of his vision, one of which only five minutes away from ticking out?