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I wasn’t born with any great talents. Whether it was in studies, sports, or anything else, I was the kind of person you’d forget the moment you looked away. Average—at best. In a world driven by strength and bloodlines, I was nothing more than a background character, drifting unnoticed in the shadows of great men and women. That is, until one fateful day changed everything. ... For years, I was mocked for my weakness, ridiculed for hiding behind those stronger than myself. "Trash," they called me. "A weakling with a pathetic bloodline." They dismissed me as a coward who relied on others to survive, and perhaps they were right. My talent for cultivation was so weak that, even after years of effort, I was barely stronger than an average human. I had no illusions of grandeur, no delusions of rising to challenge the world’s natural order of power. I was just striving to become better, and make her proud. .... Every living being, whether human or beast, is born with a bloodline—no matter how pathetic. But me? I didn’t even have that. No matter how many precious treasures I consumed, my bloodline remained dormant. It became a label I couldn’t shake: a waste with no future, a trash with no bloodline. I was starting to lose hope. But through it all, there was one person who still believed in me—my mother. For her sake, I kept moving forward, even when the world seemed determined to grind me into the dirt. Even as I embraced the ridicule, there was something my tormentors didn’t know. "You say I’m trash? Weak? Maybe," I would say with a smirk. "But I wouldn’t be so sure about that." "You’re right. Hugging those beautiful thighs is all I can do. And if you’ve got a problem with that, maybe you’re just jealous." Their laughter quickly turned to fury. They wanted to crush me, to prove once and for all that I was worthless. But while they were prepared to break me, they had no idea what lay hidden beneath the surface. "Pathetic bloodline, you say?" I chuckled darkly as power surged through me. "My bloodline can make even gods kneel." Unknown to them, my bloodline wasn’t weak—it was simply waiting. A dormant force, biding its time, waiting for the moment to awaken. And when it finally does, the world that mocked me will come to understand the true meaning of power. They thought I was a joke, a failure destined to die a dog’s death. But in the end, it won’t be me on my knees. ..... **Warning** Lemons ahead Additional Tags- Milfs, Incest, Netori, A/N- Just having fun writing novel, don't expect too much. I also use use AI to help me out, saves time and help to improve quality.

I never thought I would be betrayed

Sa bahay-ampunan nag-umpisa. Aware si Nazmiya, ipinagkasundo na siya sa kababatang si Nato. Pero heto makulit ang puso niya. Tinitibok niyon ay iba. At iyon ay walang iba kundi si Apollo. Kahit pa nalaman niya ang sikreto nito ay wala pa rin iyong pinagbago. Gusto niya si Apollo. Period. Ganoon din kaya ito kahit pa parehas silang may kabibeng tinatago?

Long Chen sollte eigentlich der junge Meister der Drachenhalle sein, doch durch eine Laune des Schicksals wuchs er in einer abgelegenen kleinen Stadt auf. Selbst mit seinem seltenen Talent konnte er die Intrigen und den Verrat seiner geliebten Verlobten nicht überwinden. Seine Kaiser-Meridiane wurden von seiner Verlobten an sich gerissen, er wurde zum Krüppel gemacht, und am Rande des Todes erweckte Long Chen die größte Konstitution aller Zeiten..

You're already a criminal, might as well enjoy it.

The story of Lexa's trials, triumph and love.

why is there a need for hero today world is a place where there is no HERO EVERYBODY is DRIVEN by DESIRE for POWER, REVENGE, GREED

she wakes up in a place she doesn't recognise, around people she doesn't know, then she looks in the mirror, but there's a stranger staring back at her four people are stuck in a house with no memory of who they are.

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.

One day, a strange hand suddenly appeared inside Chi Wan’s interdimensional space. Its owner claimed to be living in the apocalypse—starving, desperate—and begged to trade anything he had for food. Chi Wan stared at the pile of Imperial Green jade, oversized diamonds, and dozens of kilograms of gold bars he offered… and fell into deep thought. …Wasn’t this a little too profitable? From then on, her connection to the apocalypse only grew stronger. The mysterious man—who turned out to be a powerful figure—used his Wood Ability to help her revive rare orchids, cultivate endangered plants, and even harvest zombie crystal cores for the country. As for Chi Wan? She only had three responsibilities: feed him, feed him, and keep feeding him. Somehow, without realizing it, a group of extraordinary men began to gather around her: A genius research scientist. An aloof, abstinent CEO. A cold and ruthless Soldier King… In front of Chi Wan, they were gentle, attentive, and impeccably polite—each trying to outshine the others. Behind her back? They were one step away from tearing each other apart. Meanwhile, on the other side of the spatial link… The so-called King of the Apocalypse clenched his teeth in silence as he listened to these men compete for her attention. As for Chi Wan? “I’m busy getting rich and supporting my family,” she said calmly. “A battle royale of suitors? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Until one day— An absurdly handsome man appeared at the gates of her villa… carrying a sack filled with gold and jewels. “I’m here to marry into your family,” he declared. Chi Wan glanced at him, then at the newly connected wasteland world inside her space… …and once again fell into deep thought.