Manaless Mage - Chapter 246: Stay strong Harry

“You're meant to be the fated mate of the Alpha Triplets.”NO WAY.She’s just a human. Weak. Unwanted.Humans don’t have mates, right? And they definitely don’t get picked by the Moon Goddess.Or so she thought.Hazel’s been treated like dirt her whole life—stuck as a human in a powerful wolf family, looked down on by her pack, hated by her own blood, and pushed around by those who were supposed to have her back. She’s the pack’s dirty little secret.But then, something crazy happens.She gets named the Moon Chosen—the sacred mate of not one, but three Alpha brothers: the fierce triplets destined to lead.And that’s just the start of Hazel’s wild ride because she wasn’t meant to be weak. She was born to take charge and Rule...Get ready to see her journey unfold!

In a world transformed by dungeon gates and awakened classes, Hunters fight monsters to earn power, fame, and fortune.Frank? He awakened as a Trader. F-Rank.No spells. No sword skills. Just one system window… and 500 dimensional tokens.Everyone laughed. Told him to quit. But Frank didn’t need fireballs—he had something better:『Dimensional Trading System Online』Connects to other worlds. One trade per day. Limited inventory. Unlimited potential.He sold candy to bug warriors. Swapped solar chargers for alchemy potions. Bought a sword technique with instant delivery.Then, he opened a booth beside a dungeon gate… and started outselling real vendors.Now, the same Hunters who mocked him line up to buy.Guild-backed merchants want him gone.And Frank? He’s just getting started.He’s not hiding. He’s not cheating.He’s building a business—and a blade arm to match.When monsters strike, Frank fights beside his customers.When dungeon loot drops, he flips it across worlds.From a broke rookie to a cross-realm powerhouse, Frank isn’t just surviving—he’s becoming the most dangerous F-Rank in the business.

[STOP STEALING MY WORK, RULATE SITE BASTARDS]Aron died in an underground fight arena, only to wake up in Marvel World with an OP power similar to All For One. But in this world, he is a clone, saved by the X-Men. Follow, Aron's new journey as he tries his best to fit in this world of endless chaos.The biggest question is if he is a clone then where's the original body?[Timeline: AU][Harem> So, please, if you aren't into it, don't read.]...[The cover picture is AI made]...[This is not a translation.]Support link: pat eon.com/UnknownMaster[15+ advance chs] [No double billing]

He wasn’t some chosen hero.Not the golden boy in prophecy.He was just Kieran Marcoth—a boy born on the wrong side of fate,A mistake, a misfit.Not blessed by heaven.Too stubborn for hell.And now…Thrown onto a battlefield meant for gods.The world had already been broken long before he came into it.People sinned, as they always do—And one day, the sky finally answered.The day God turned away,Everything fell.Cities burned.Families vanished.The silence afterward was louder than any explosion.But even in wrath, the Divine left something behind.A final olive branch—if you could call it that.A way to survive what came crawling out of the darkness.Talents.Powers.Strange, unique abilities passed down like gifts from a god who no longer cared.And on the day Kieran stood in line—quiet, hopeful, a little scared—Waiting to receive his talent,He dared to believe his life might finally start to make sense.Instead…He awakened something different.A hidden SSS-ranked talent.The kind with a condition attached.A catch.And just like that, everything went wrong.Laughter.Whispers.Stares like knives.He became a joke.A disappointment.Even the instructors didn’t bother to hide their sneers.Then the bullying started.The beating.The betrayal.And one day, it nearly killed him.He lay there, bleeding.Angry.Humiliated.A part of him still hoping this was some twisted mistake.But it wasn’t.And then—A sound.> [Ding! Conditions have been met][Host has been successfully selected as a God Candidate][Defeat the other candidates! Become the next God of this ruined world]Kieran stared at the message blinking in front of him.He didn’t smile.Didn’t cry.Didn’t feel triumphant.He just felt tired.And then, something in him shifted.One thought, sharp and cold, rose to the surface:“I’m going to fucking kill those bastards.”Not for power.Not for glory.But because he was done being the punchline.That’s how his journey began.Not as a hero.Not yet a monster.Just a boy who had lost too much—And found something worth fighting for in the wreckage.The question now is:Will the world break him again?Or will he become the god who remakes it?