Rise of the Horde - Chapter 467

When I came to, I had reincarnated along with the base fortress from my sci-fi game. What’s more, I was in the form of the female avatar I used in the game. All around me was an endless ocean, with no iron, no fuel, no energy, nothing at all! No matter how advanced sci-fi technology is, without resources, nothing can be made. Despite this, the natives use some sort of incomprehensible technology called magic, and there’s not a trace of science to be found. Most importantly, I want to eat proper meals for nourishment, not just survive on IV drips! This is the story of a TS girl surviving in a fantasy world together with a super-advanced but spoiled AI administrator.

“I know exactly who you are,” he murmured, his voice a low growl as he pressed me against the cold stone wall. His body caged mine, heat radiating from him like a wildfire waiting to consume.I lifted my chin, ignoring the way my pulse betrayed me. “Then you know why I’m here.”His lips brushed dangerously close to my ear, not touching—just enough to make my breath hitch. “Do you?” His fingers traced a slow, deliberate path down my arm, stopping just before my bound wrists. “Because you don’t look like a hunter right now.”I swallowed hard. “And you don’t look like a monster.”He chuckled, dark and amused. “Oh, little hunter, you have no idea”. In a world where humans and werewolves are sworn enemies, fate weaves a different tale.Violet, the daughter of James—descended from a long line of legendary werewolf hunters—has spent her life preparing for one mission: to kill Alpha Zain, the feared Demon Alpha. To prove herself worthy, she must bring his head as a trophy. But when she finally faces him, destiny shatters everything she’s ever known.While her sisters, April and Jade, eagerly await news of her death, Violet finds herself entangled in a fate far more dangerous than she imagined. Because the greatest threat isn’t the battle between hunters and werewolves—it’s the bond that should have never existed.

[When the stars return to their positions, you will ascend to the throne.]At first, Bai Yi thought he was just dreaming.Then, he thought he was playing a nightmare game.In the end, when the dream became reality, and the game rewrote reality,Bai Yi discovered that he was not only the sole participant in the game, but also the only GM——Bestowing souls to all things, granting rebirth to the dead, twisting the rules of matter, creating absolute truth, writing real lies…The entire world is rewritten by him.[——The stars hold up the brilliance, casting a throne for you.] [——What you think and imagine will become reality.]***Everyone woke up to find that the entire world had changed.Spiritual energy revived, and the mysterious appeared.Ghosts prowling in the rainy night smile elegantly amidst the bloodshed;The mysterious flower shop owner awaits your visit in the depths of misfortune;In the reflection of the city, the shadow council remotely controls the world;In the sealed ancient painting, evil spirits are greedily watching your soul.Immortal arts, magic, martial arts, demons, ghosts, undead…A wave of mystery surged in the world.Someone is weaving everything behind the scenes, making the whole world dance with it.[——He is the source of all legends.] [——He is the mystery itself.]

I was sixteen when the gods abandoned me.The Blessing Ritual was supposed to grant me power, a divine gift to carve my future. Instead, I received nothing. No abilities. No hope. Just another nameless soul left to rot in a world ruled by strength.Fine. If the gods wouldn’t bless me, I’d make my own power.For ten years, I clawed my way forward, experimenting with forces no human should touch. I pushed too far—and it killed me.Then I woke up.Sixteen again. Back at the Ritual. But this time, something changed.Time bends at my will. Blood moves when I command it.The gods still won’t acknowledge me, but it doesn’t matter. This world isn’t fair, and I’ve stopped playing by its rules. Faith and Chaos clash in my veins, and I will use them both.They wanted a Chosen Hero, someone to dance to their tune.Well, too bad for them—I’ll carve my own fate.