The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me! - Chapter 299 - Towel (4)

Since the opening of the Dungeon Rifts-- also called D.Rifts or Drift Dimensions, the world has changed. It's become more militaristic and violent-- unpredictable, even. Monsters raze cities and bring diseases that birth new races. Magic exists in a constant state of hyperflux, birthing new powers and changing the functions of old ones.But none of that mattered for Rex. He wasn't a Drift Soldier-- as much as he wanted to be. He didn't have powers-- even if he wished he did, so when he graduated primary school, he expected to get his Drift Armament and find a bit of consistency for once in his life.But you know what they say about expectations......DING![Congratulations! You have awakened the Beast-Totem and unlocked your Werepanther System.][5 Totems Remaining....]*********Extra tags: kingdom building, military, martial arts, overpowered, scifi-fantasy, post-apocalyptic, factions,

Justice, Eternity, Wisdom, and Purity—the deities of Order protect all that is on the earth.Khorne, Nurgle, Tzeentch, and Slaanesh—the chaotic deities lurk menacingly in the shadows.Welcome to the Infinite Paradise...“Shut up, this is my paradise.”Lecheng interrupts the main god's words with discontent.When Order retreats in his presence, when Chaos hides because of him, when he decapitates both Khorne and Justice, and when Purity and Slaanesh must face the dilemma of death or maternity leave because of him, Lecheng is pondering a very serious question.“Can the main god go on maternity leave?”...PS: This is the story of an unruly, wanton, and extremely frenzied man in an infinite world. Original infinite stream plots.

As a child with an unattainable dream, I yearned to become a Hero, but I veered off the right path. Looking back, my aspiration to save others was nothing more than a foolish dream. I now realize the magnitude of my sins and the impossibility of atoning for them.

After a brutal day on the construction site,Jaxon collapsed onto his cot with nothing but sore muscles, a cheap dinner, and a phone in hand. Out of boredom, he picked up one of those mindless urban web novels—complete with arrogant young masters, all-powerful protagonists, and women falling in love every other chapter.“Who writes this garbage?” he muttered, tossing his phone aside and cursing the story, the characters, and the plot that made no damn sense.Then he woke up inside it.Not as the protagonist.Not even as comic relief.He’s the villain—the arrogant heir of a wealthy family destined to be publicly humiliated, slapped down by the protagonist over and over again.