Yama Rising - Chapter 809: The Water of the Yellow River Flows Down From the Heavens (4)

Three years ago, the sky split open to let in toxic blue and black mist that swallowed the world. Now, inside the last city standing, surviving meant obeying the brutal laws and ranking, or becoming the monsters outside.Maeve Lester, spent the last three years on her knees, as a rankless slave in the city of Kargahart, until she finally became an omega, approved to serve the elite with whispered promises of freedom. She was ready to start her life at the Parthenn dome, until she met him.Valden Malawitt.Her first love and the man who shattered her heart three years ago. And who doesn't even remember her anymore.But Valden wasn't the only one watching her closely. And not the one she ends up being chained to unwillingly.When secrets of the mist are revealed and Maeve discovers more about herself and her wolf, she's torn between the need to hunt, to destroy or to succumb to her desires.

Gao Gong transmigrates into a Cyberpunk world and finds himself on the verge of death. Surrounded by at least a dozen of enemies, he awakens a system, and the first mission he receives is running for his life.[Task: Life-taking Sprint]Difficulty: NormalTask Brief: As an outstanding Mechanical Hunter, you encountered a sudden battle, ending with your death. Was it really an accident? The urgent matter now is how to save your skin.Task Objective: Return alive to the Black Rose Petrol Bar or find Black RoseTask Reward: Experience +1500 A dog's life

A necromancer and a saint blessed by the Constellations. That’s me.

Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital’s royal square, took in someone else’s cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era’s brilliance... “Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?” Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.