MTL - I Became the Favorite of Big Bosses - Chapter 473 Become a monk, be a Taoist priest, be a bachelor...

From Man of Steel to Silver Superman.

Study the symbiosis for Iron Man, and bring back the little Morgan from the zombie universe.

Thanos of the Family Planning Office by hand, the comic version of the old Thanos. Even big-headed doll space watchers have to ask me for help.

As for Infinity Gems Ultron? Can’t survive two chapters of e-waste.

The blackened Clark, the unknown black robe, the Celestial Group, and the Time Management Bureau fought all the way with their fists.

Many years later, Lin Feng held the Cosmic Cube in his left hand and the Fire Seed Source in his right.

What? Why do you say these two things are humanoid?

Hiss… It’s a bit long to say this…

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[Matured Content]Saving an injured Fae in the forest had not been Islinda's plan, and worse, he turns out to be royalty, Prince Valerie of the summer court, heir and crown prince to the throne of Astaria.But then, humans were wary of those otherworldly creatures while the Fae looked down on the humans, thinking of them as lesser creatures. Islinda and the prince were worlds apart but that didn't stop them from falling in love. Unfortunately, Prince Valerie couldn't stay in the human realm forever and had to return to his kingdom with a promise to come back for her. And she believed him. But then, the other one comes instead. Dark, broody, ruthless yet dangerously handsome, everyone feared Prince Aldric. Even as a fierce warrior and son to the king of Astaria, Aldric is denied his right to the throne and cursed never to take his place because of his dark heritage. Twisted from the inside and starved of affection, Prince Aldric does what he is best at, causing misery. He captured Islinda - the woman who has drawn his brother's attention. He stole her from her home for his cruel purpose. If he couldn't have the throne, he could at least play around with his brother's love interest. His new prize. Islinda hated him. Loathed him for taking away everything that she could have had with the summer prince. He's the villain. Now she has been dragged into the middle of the dirty politics played in the courts of Astaria, not to mention surviving the cold games played by the prince. But all hope wasn't lost because the cruel prince could tempt her all he wants but he was never going to get the one thing he wants the most. To be loved. He would never have her heart! Or could he? ________“What can you offer me, little human,” He grinned, slow and cruel. She would make such a wonderful plaything. “Please,” She begged him, tears now gathering in her eyes, “Just let me go.” “Fine,” He shrugged as if it was an easy request, “You can go.” “W-what?” She croaked, finding it hard to believe. “Little human, you would find out my mind changes very easily.” Those words sounded merciful yet she could sense the threat beneath. But did he really mean? Islinda didn't sit around to find out as she broke into a sprint. If there was even the slightest chance of him changing his mind, then she would take it. She would not give up hope yet. She didn't know why but Islinda spared a look over her shoulder after a while and the blood drained from her face at what she saw coming. Oh no, she just made a terrible mistake. This was never freedom. It was a hunt. And she just became the prey.

Standing before you is:The overseer and protector of darkness,The subverter and remolder of order,The creator and persecutor of bootlickers,The supreme actress and drama queen, the goddess of the night, the nightmare of gods and the gravedigger,The true ancestor of blood—Charlotte de Castel.Accompanied by madness, born from blood, hand in hand with curses, walking with destruction.This is a legend belonging to the bloodsuckers…[Transformation][Rare-bloodline][Lord][Kingdom-building][Behind-The-Scenes][Deification]

Epic fantasy presence: Ashes Of The First Tyrant [AOTFT]Prologue – The Law of AuraThey say every soul burns.Some flare brightly and fade. Others smolder quietly for a lifetime.But a rare few, rare beyond reason ignite with such intensity that the world bends to them. These are not gods. Not yet.These are the Tyrants.And their aura is not a gift.It is a weight a burden.In this world, aura is everything.It is the breath behind a sword strike, the pressure behind a command, the silent will that can crush or inspire. Most are born with it. Few master it.But only one…only one in an ageawakens the Tyrant’s Spirit…the aura that dominates not by force, but by presence alone.