PREVIEW

... ing about?” Chen Minhao asked.

Zeng Shiqing's mood is not very good, repressed and replied: "Xiao Jing's general genre and direction are fixed, and today they can make a general demo. And we are still not in the direction."

Yin Xingyu sighed: "Everyone is not willing to give in, and of course the progress can only be stalemate like this."

"We are lacking a person who makes a decision." Zeng Shiqing said with a complaint: "If Chen Minhao wants you to set a general direction f ...

YOU MAY ALSO LIKE
By Seeing Beasts' Training Paths, My Beast Became InvincibleChapter 77: I’m going to fulfill your wish
 13
3.8/5(votes)
FantasyActionAdultRomance

A world where mana density was extremely abundant. Because of that, the world connected to a special place through an ancient gate—the World of Beasts. Through this connection with beasts, mankind became superhuman, wielding power capable of tearing apart sky and ground.However, too much of anything is never a good thing. Countless dungeons appeared across the rifts… and demons.Rocky Stephens, the first son of a Great Clan, the reincarnator, carrying memories from another world.… yet also a useless piece of trash. No one even remembered his name. His parents died. Betrayed by the branch clan, his beast was killed. He lived in a phase he had never dreamed of—a nightmare.When a second chance came, he returned to the World of Beasts… and awakened a system that could see through all Beasts’ training paths!With the system, his beast could level up like the wind… it could learn and upgrade its skills on its own, and even more.

The Wizard Path From The SimulatorChapter 1036 - 528 Rough and Rugged (Please Subscribe)
 67.5k
4.5/5(votes)
EasternFantasy

Transversing the wizard world, bound to the Wizard's Life Simulator.

[Do you want to start the life simulation?]

[Simulation has ended, please choose your reward!]

[Retain Realm] or [Retain Technique]

A wizard simulator, blasting through the world from scratch!

Starting from the subcontinent, dominating the Wizard Realm and endless planes.

...

[Wizard Style] [Simulator] [No Main Character Bullying] [Decisive and Ruthless]

……………………………………………………………

Dear readers! Without any ads, maybe you will prefer .

MTL - Evil Spirit World: I Push This World with My FleshChapter 704 Face the Elder King!
 360.1k
2.9/5(votes)
AdventureFantasyMartial ArtsXuanhuan

This is a story of the flesh pushing everything.

In the Great Ye Dynasty, darkness descends, full of evil spirits and ghosts, killing invisible.

In the face of demons and evils, ordinary people can only shiver, curl up in the corner, and wait for their lives to come to an end.

Jiang Dao came through, carrying a martial arts modification system, and any martial arts can be modified infinitely as long as he glances at it.

The mad magic stick method, the eagle claw iron cloth shirt, the poisonous sand palm, the violent ape magic… are all revised to the realm of a thousand years later.

Facing the evil spirits, Jiang Dao had a burly body, muscles all over his body, and his eyes were like electricity.

“Evil spirits? Who said martial arts can’t kill evil spirits?”

- Description from novelbuddy

THE DEATH KNELLChapter 67: War of God’s and Shadows
 325
4.5/5(votes)
FantasyActionAdventureHarem

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”