Soaring of Galaxia - Chapter 28 Outrageous, Outrageous!

How wise is it to make an enemy of the divine. In the end, there a fine line between the divine and human...and to cross it is the biggest taboo a living thing can commit.But this was one Tabbo he was willing to cross._________Kyle Armstrong was a man who could do anything...in his past life. He climbed up to the pinnacle of power using his sheer determination and ruthlessness. However, because of God's who did not want the likes of him around, he failed.Everything was supposed to be over for him...until he got a second chance at life. However, there was a catch-he was throne in a new world that was similar, yet different to his previous one.Here, he must occupy the body of a Useless noble master and regain all he has lost....while also battling all the people who want him out of the way to claim his inheritance.The battle to glory and godhood is not an easy one, and the road is filled with lood. But Kyle has already overcome all this once. A second time will pose to not be a problem for him.______r18 is mainly gore...and MC's tendencies. You have been warned.

Molitia Clemence was born sickly.

She forgot to cover herself with a blanket and caught a cold. She woke up next to her husband after 10 days just because of a slight cold.

Molitia barely survived between the thin threads of life and death. When she opened her eyes, she noticed that her husband was somehow acting differently than usual…?!

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“Have you eaten?” (Husband)

“Yes.” (Molitia)

“This is the belly of a person who ate?” (Husband)

He frowned as he stroked her flat lower abdomen. He held her wrist carefully, as if it would break. His voice rose.

“Why is your wrist so thin? Are you even human?” (Husband)

“That’s…” (Molitia)

“Butler!” (Husband)

The butler rushed to his angry voice, fidgeting with his wrists.

“Get me food for my wife to eat. Something that will help her stay healthy. Anything is fine.” (Husband)

Molitia’s mouth opened at her husband’s words, but no sound came out. ‘I just had a meal?’

Mira was just a young mortal girl living a normal life until a god ruined everything for her.

“F*ck you, GOD! Why do you keep doing this to me!!! What did I do to deserve this?!?”

Trapped in a cycle of reincarnation, Mira continues learning and improving all in hopes of taking down her oppressor.

Follow Mira as she's thrust into a Cultivation World where the impossible is possible and reality can be whatever you want it to be as long as you're strong enough.
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Disclaimer: I don't plan on adding romance early in the novel. I will probably add some later in the novel, but it won't be the main focus. If there is any romance then it will be yuri.

This novel will also primarily focus on females. Of course, there will be males in the story, but for the most part, they won't be important characters.

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