My Skill Creation System - Chapter 72 Bye Polly

In the year 1257 of the Federation Calendar, Chen Pingchuan, who has crossed into a different world for three years, gets the Apocalyptic Wasteland Simulator.Through information obtained from the simulator, a sudden disaster will strike Spring City in a year. Accompanied by highly radioactive red rain, a type of mutated creature called Black Demon will be born.With the simulator, Chen is in a better position to survive, but he also wants to find out the secrets of the girl he meets in simulations.Simulator: [She left you a small bottle of liquid with an unknown effect and a note with just two short lines written on it.][Avoid the red rain!][Forget me!]

The tale of Oliver.
An orphan boy from a Mine, in 19th century Europe, filled with Magic.

With a ruined build and bad stats, Kim Yusin went through years of failure as he desperately tried to become a hunter.In a desperate attempt to raise his stats, his run into a monster in a restricted area should have marked his meaningless end, but fate had other plans.[You have become the 14th Tower Master.][All ownership of the Magic Tower has been successfully transferred.]In a world where hunters relied on weapons and their one awakened ability, Yusin suddenly finds himself as the sole Master of the Magic Tower—wielding infinite magical power that no one else can access.But when he questions what this newfound position truly offers him, the tower's enigmatic administrator provides a chilling answer:“You will hold a monopoly on all magic on this planet.”-----Text copyright © Volley/KWBOOKSFirst published in Korean by KWBOOKSEnglish translation copyright © INFINICTION., 2025Translator: KimJKWAll rights reserved.

(Isekai, Fantasy, Non-transmigration, Unconventional, Ensemble cast, Meticulously crafted setting, Multiple identities, Light novel, Succubus)I have many masks, and each has its own story.I am the unremarkable little artist of the Church of Dawn; the strongest apprentice in the gladiator arena; the killing machine in the eyes of goblins... The holy nun beneath the sunlight is me, and so is the old gentleman on the train... I have hurried through underground tunnels in escape, and I have left behind beautiful legends on the frontier...Beneath the mask, there is an even more beautiful mask; within the lie, there often lies a hidden truth...My name is Ogre. A child raised by ogre since birth. It's a pleasure to meet you.