Heroes of Marvel - Chapter 634: ARRIVES

Vincent van Gogh, the painter who refused to be an accessory Of power and painted with his soul at the tip of a brush, was not understood by anyone and had to die like a madman, and he woke up in 21st century Korea.

Like a wheat field melted with gold, like a sunflower that swallowed the sun, a dazzling painter once again takes the brush.

Aiden, who retains his sanity despite being a zombie,Arian, a vampire who doesn’t bite humans,And a transcontinental journey that began with a single request.Will they be able to survive?The main story is completed

“I want to be someone who matters. And I want to know what it feels like to be in love.”Ezra sold his soul to the Storyteller for a chance to live in a world of magic. But Oberyn? - he was cast away from his home, shackled by a destiny he refuses to obey.But destiny isn’t the only force pulling their world apart. A surge of wild magic threatens to unravel everything, and neither can control it. If they want to survive, they’ll have to surrender to something even more dangerous: each other.At first, they’re reluctant allies. Then friends. Then… something neither of them is ready to name.Ezra is plucky, affectionate, and full of heart. Oberyn is proud, aloof, and single-minded in his goals. They couldn’t be more different - until Ezra’s Desire System reveals the one thing Oberyn wants more than anything else.In a world where magic bends to will, control is everything. But when fate ties them together, who will be the first to give in?Genres: Transmigration, System, Magic, Romance, (R-18), boyxboy (bxb)

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”