Adding Friends Can Make Me Stronger - Chapter 163

What does it feel like to be hunted down by the whole just for being overpowered?___For centuries, the realms feared one thing, the birth of a child under the Blood Moon. A cursed child with the power to destroy everything.Every two hundred years, it happens. And every time, the realms unite to erase that child before their powers awaken.But this time, the Blood Moon didn’t rise. And yet, the child was born.Kaizen, 18 years old, was believed to be powerless, an ordinary hunter with no magic or magic core. What no one knew was that his abilities had been sealed since birth. Not just one, but all five elemental powers, water, fire, earth, ice, and shadow.The same power that once shattered the balance of the world.After a near-death encounter, the seal breaks. His powers begin to surface—unstable, dangerous, and impossible to ignore. Along with them comes a system that forces him to evolve and grow stronger.Now, Kaizen must hide the truth, survive among hunters, and face enemies far beyond anything he imagined. Because if the realms find out what he really is...They won’t hesitate to kill him.They promised this curse would never return.They were wrong.

Chi Xiaoman and Qiao Ning have been childhood friends for over ten years. Then, under the influence of alcohol, they end...

A fantasy tale about a monster boy who can transform into a dinosaur and his childhood sweetheart, embarking on a journey of entrepreneurship while scattering dog food along the way...(A farming novel with plenty of dog food, free trial reading is welcome)

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.