Transformation or Death - Chapter 57

In a world ravaged by demonic hordes and warring clans, where does humanity end and monstrosity begin?After being murdered in a back alley, Lidien awakens in the body of a demonic prince... a youth bound by tragedy and trapped in a brutal clan.To survive, he must master the strange abilities granted by a crimson shard fused to his soul: hearing the whispers of the dead, reading memories imprinted on flesh, and inciting his own blood to rage.But Lidien soon learns his rebirth was no accident. He is a vessel for a dormant god, and his very existence is entangled in a cosmic struggle far beyond the savage politics of his new family.To protect those he cares for and control his own destiny, he must unravel the mysteries of death, power, and the abyss within himself.This is the legend of the Prince of Death.----------This novel includes politics, kingdom building, psychological elements, and is not solely about powerups.

Planets died, gods fell.After the Dharma Realm collapsed, humanity lost all its protectors.Now.“Anomaly” and “Catastrophe” began to invade the Human World.As the Dark Age approached, a soul from Blue Star transcended and arrived...

Transmigrated into a flesh ball, my father swung a sword to chop me, why does this storyline seem so familiar?Have I become Nezha?A great cultivator from the Earth's end-times era transmigrates into Nezha. Watch as the young man navigates the prehistoric world, cutting through illusions, slaying dragon sons, subduing the Dragon Palace, and breaking heaven's barriers!

I see dead people.But hey, it’s the zombie apocalypse, everyone is seeing dead people, including a blind girl. It’s not like I am that special.For a while, I thought I was going to be Cinderella, complete with the cruel stepfamily and the little mice for helpers. But instead of mice, I got demons from hell with a taste for chaos.Then again, there is nothing wrong with a little chaos in the middle of the apocalypse. It’s what makes life worth living.Unfortunately for others, they don’t quite see it that way. You see, I have a gift. One that isn’t exactly mine, but I can use it however I see fit.My gift is granting wishes.I'm a genie without a bottle, but it would be nice if people appreciated me more. All the humans ask for is the same thing… more food here, shelter there, kill these people, torture those. And I do it all, for a small price.I don’t ask for money or food, I can get that on my own. No, I want favors, souls, something that means everything for the other person. And they give it to me. Their momentary desire worth their long term happiness.But by the time they discover that, I’m long gone, already moved on to my next… client.I know I look young, starvation and abuse will do that to a girl. Humans tell me that I shouldn’t be wandering out there alone. Some try to help me… most don’t. But whoever said I was by myself? Just because others couldn’t see them didn’t mean my demons ever left. I still hear their voices in my head, whispering words of encouragement and love. For them, I’d do anything. Kill anyone. Destroy anything.After all, life is just a game, right? Those still alive at the end of the day were the lucky ones. Those who died were not. Everything is just a game of chance, all a human has to do is roll the dice.My only word of advice is to be careful what you wish for… you just might get it.My name is Hattie, welcome to my world.Would you like a cup of tea?