MTL - Feminist God - Chapter 447 Pay me a dollar!

[ Beep!! Beep!! ]Zakar stared at a hologram before him. His iris widened at the sight of it.'I thought I had died. Why the hell am I still alive? Where fuck am I? Is this heaven or hell? Where are the flames that scorch? I know I couldn't have made heaven with all the souls I had killed. It all doesn't make any sense.'[ You have Awakened the Death Tier System. ]Death? How? Would he become a serial killer? No. He didn't want to soil his hands again. To think of killing again began to make him feel sour.Follow Zakar on his journey into greatness or should we say balance his overpowered nature. Whichever way, this MC is gonna be a real shocker. Add to your collection.

“I'm scared, scared of this power. Reality can be whatever I imagine”“What if I want this world gone then? Could I just destroy it with my imagination?”**Lenny was an anomaly. Unpredictable.Deemed too insane to be released, but too important to be assassinated. He was a child when he watched his family die.To cope, he had to sacrifice his very own sanity. Locked in a cell for over half a decade.In a world where rifts are spawned here and there, the corruption of the Fallen Realm never ceases to spread.Carriers of the Fallen Runes were too important to dispose of, too valuable to be discarded.Despite those who governed the Regulator's society seeking his death. He was simply sealed away.Prevented from associating with his friends, his mates, and forbidden from participating in any Awakening Ceremony.He remained a Carrier until his 18th birthday.When the dusk settled, just like every other carrier, on the night of his 18th birthday.He was called to the Fallen Realm.Accepting the Call, Lenny ventured into the horrors of the Fallen Realm,To regain his freedom, he was forced to awaken.[You’ve awakened a Fallen Rune][Fallen Rune: Rune of Imagination][Rune Class: ???][Fallen Rank: Divine]Cursed into the Fallen Realm, yet blessed with a Fallen Rune of the Divine rank.The power to imagine, an indomitable power sealed in the hands of a madman.Reality can be whatever he wants, your lives were his to decide, your powers were his to possess.Was there anything he couldn't imagine?Walking the path of carnage, and increasing his strength every day. Thriving in secrecy as he hunts down those who had perpetuated the destruction of his Clan.Unseen by the world, yet he watches them.This is the story of a man who was forgotten by the world, hated by Fate….Yet too powerful for even fate to kill.***Additional tags#Revenge#Enemytolover#Mystery#Immortal

Book I: Lost ThingsTristan Abrascal is a thief, one of many making their living under the perpetual twilight of the greatest city in all of Vesper. Quick wit and a contract with a capricious goddess have always kept him one step ahead, until one night he crosses a line by accident that burns all the bridges he had left. But not all is lost, as his mentor offers a way out of peril that turns out to be more than a simple escape.It is also an opportunity to get even with the infanzones, the nobles he’s lived under all his life, and it so happens that Tristan has a full ledger’s worth of scores to settle with them.Lady Angharad Tredegar has fled halfway across the world, leaving behind a ruin of a life: her family butchered by a ruthless enemy, their estate torched and their nobility revoked. Yet no matter how far she flees the blades of assassins follow, and she finds herself growing desperate for any protection. She has one relative left to call on, her estranged uncle, but she finds that the safety he offers comes at a cost.Angharad has sworn revenge, however, and her honour will allow for no compromise. She will do what she must to survive so that one day bloody vengeance can be visited upon her enemies.The paths of the two take them to the doorstep of the Watch, but for desperate souls like them enrolment is a lost cause. They will have to do it the hard way instead, by surviving the trials on the isle known as the Dominion of Lost Things.Where every year many go, and few return.Book II: Good TreasonsThe trials of the Dominion are over.The four survivors have become students of Scholomance, enrolling together as a cabal, yet even on those infamous grounds they soon learn none are beyond the reach of their pasts.Angharad Tredegar is returned to a semblance of the world she left behind, but finds her honor sorely tested by bargains offered - every bit as tempting as in the stories and even deadlier.Tristan Abrascal needs answers. Mysterious enemies keep trying to abduct him, his classroom does not exist and he’s now had several conversations with dead people. Worst of all, his carrots keep dying.Maryam Khaimov is going mad, which would worry her less if it were happening on schedule. More frightening yet is the possibility that she is not, and there truly is someone else going around wearing her face.Song Ren must forge the others into a functional unit, all the while fending off enemies on all sides: rival cabals, vengeful countrymen and the deluge of implacable foes her companions simply cannot seem to stop attracting.Failure is not an option, for Song must bring back honor to her family’s name whatever the cost: it is the only way to keep their disgrace from literally eating them all alive.And as the four chase shadows in Scholomance, in the distance looms the greater test awaiting them in the Asphodel Rectorate. Asphodel is a faded power, the rotten carcass of what it once was, but under that rot looms darker things - of which monsters might just be the least dangerous.Besides, is treason really such an evil when you have the best of reasons for it?

I became the wife of a man with a lover. Well then, I guess I have to protect his chastity?

“You can sleep on the floor then.”

“What?” His eyes said he didn’t want to.

Well, yeah. The floor was hard. Then it couldn’t be helped.

“I’ll just hold your hand and sleep. You trust me, right?”

But, how come the bed broke on my first night with my husband?

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Aristine, a princess confined out of the Emperor’s sight.

When in reality, she was the owner of the [Monarch’s Sight], able to see the future, past, and present.

She, who became the sacrifice for a political marriage, was married off to a terrifying barbarian…

“The most precious things should naturally be given to my bride.”

But her husband, whose monstrosity she prepared for, was way too normal.

However, he belonged to someone else.

‘I’ll go make money then.’

She might as well make the goldfields her own.

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Can Aristine really achieve her dream of living freely on a pile of money?

Or will she end up killing two birds with one stone?