What is the name of the oldest literary work in our country?

Asher was always down on his luck, but that is not a surprise seeing that God made his soul with a negative luck value. When Asher's soul returns to God he decided to fix this problem and even give him an upgrade. Asher is thrown in to a new world almost exactly like his previous...almost. Follow Asher as he maneuvers this changed world, no more bullies? Friends? Loving family? Oh, yea, and superpowers! ===============================================

A surge of magical energy coursed through him, a roaring torrent that found its way into his palm as he voiced his incantation with unrestrained determination: "Firebolt!" A luminescent heptagram materialized from his outstretched hand, hovering before him, gathering the surrounding energy to manifest a grand sphere of roaring flames. It hummed with potential, awaiting his command to assault the malevolent creature looming before him. The creature, a beast with wolf-like features, bore menacing red eyes that once struck terror into his heart. But with the awakening of his magic, fear was a forgotten shadow. Without hesitation, he released the fiery sphere towards the beast. A brilliant explosion enveloped the monstrosity, scorching its onyx fur and searing its flesh with unbearable agony. A triumphant smirk tugged at his lips, a single breath of relief escaping as the imminent danger faded away. As the creature succumbed to its fiery demise, he reveled in his newfound power, a declaration of victory escaping his lips: "I did it! I have become... a Sage!" ____________________________________________________ WARNING: If you cannot stand dark stuff like rape, murder, gore, etc, my work is not for you. Ordinary man MC Isekai-ed in a world full of conflicts, but most of all, he needs to resolve his inner-conflict. Weak to strong. As a first-time writer, worldbuilding is my forte. The writing and English grammar need to be improved... and I'm continually learning. My chapters are usually longer than the standard on WN, 3-4k words instead of 1.5k words. I manage(d) to publish twice weekly, but by the length of my chapters, it's basically the same amount of content you'll get with daily chapters of 1.5k words. Chapter updates when I have the time, unfortunately. If you wish to directly support me, you can send DOGE to this address: DPy7f5UxEEvty424M7KxfEhGA3dECtQcn8 Cover art is MINE.

see the story of a Reincarnated Mortal like Lucifer Morningstar. [Tags: R-18, Angels, Demons, Gods, Monsters, Multi-Verse, Mages, Harem, incest, Op-Mc.] Ps:ANIME/FILM * [Note the author is Brazilian and can't speak english so use google translate, if anyone doesn't like bad grammar then don't even start reading it.]

A/N: IF YOU CAN BRAVE THROUGH THE FIRST 25 CHAPTERS, MY WRITING STYLE BECOMES BETTER. ALTHOUGH THE FIRST STYLE WASN'T BAD, IT WAS STILL AT A BABYISH LEVEL. In a special void floats a soul adrift. Then suddenly he had his attention called by footsteps heading towards him, it was an old man in a bowler hat, a black suit and on one hand had a glowing sphere while the other hand he held a black umbrella. Finally, 'He' was here. A/N: This particular one was banned from being voted but now it's fixed. So there's two of this, they're the same thing, but because this one was banned from being voted for a while, i reposted it again. But now everything's cool.

A/N: IF YOU CAN BRAVE THROUGH THE FIRST 25 CHAPTERS, MY WRITING STYLE BECOMES BETTER. ALTHOUGH THE FIRST STYLE WASN'T BAD, IT WAS STILL AT AN AMATEURISH LEVEL. In a special void floats a soul adrift for a long time. Then, suddenly he got his attention called by someone walking towards him he was an old man with a bowler hat and in black suit holding an umbrella with him. 'He' was here

Iron blooded Zuo Qishen, known for being a walking hormone, was single for 24 years. There were many different reasons for this. However, no one knew that Zuo Qishen already had someone in his heart. From 16 to 24 years old, from the stable and prosperous capital city to the battlefield of bullets and bullets. He had been waiting, but he had also been… missing. … As the Eldest Young Lady of Beijing's Prominent Nan family, Nan Fei's life motto was only four words. — Just be happy. So she was beautiful and wanton, innocent and carefree. Until she met Zuo Qishen. When the iron-blooded and cold colonel hugged her, he said hoarsely, "You have to be responsible for me." She was stunned. From then on, Miss Nan's life creed was gradually restored. One day, the soldier in the military district discovered an intimate photo on Young Master Zuo's Weibo profile. The photo was of a woman with her back to the screen, her hair as long as jade, leaning forward to kiss his cold-faced soldier's chin. The soldier was shocked and looked at the comments below. The most eye-catching one was a female user with the ID Nan Miaomiao. This comment was the only reply Young Master Zuo had. Nan Miaomiao: "The little brother in the photo is so handsome. I want to sleep with him!" Zuo Qishen: "I'll let you sleep tonight."