Beloved Little Treasure - Chapter 137

Elric lived a traumatic life since childhood. Being bullied, detested by his family & having no one who cared whether he lived or died. The accumulated loneliness & suffering puts him through severe depression & he decides to take his life’s final decision… SUICIDE.

One day, his soul hears a voice calling out to him.

«Wake up, Elric. I am the God of Darkness. And I’m here to give you another chance at life.»

To God of Darkness, Elric replied with only two words.

«Fuck off!»

Accompany the Protagonist in a journey to achieve an Impossible task he’s given as he aims to become one of the strongest beings in the world full of Magic, Mythical creatures, Dragons and Gods.

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Author: Antihero protagonist who’s a scheming mastermind & doesn’t trust anyone. No Harem, Romance or Fan-service here. MC is an extremely smart & quick witted person who knows how to adapt to situations quickly. But he isn’t an Edgelord or a Psychopath who kills people for no reasons.

Being in the World of Arknights...Thing's are going to change drastically and...You best be ready for what's to come ahead.

In one timeline, Shen Yu joked to his frends that he would send his new disciple to Soaring Heaven's Isle, an all-female sect.In another, this wasn't a joke.All Jin Rou knows is that this supposed man's dream isn't all its cracked up to be, espcially after two errant Soaring Heaven's Isle diciples accidentally blow him, and the floating island he was living on, up.Wherever he goes... this poor guy can't seem to catch a break. Or lose the chicken.The maybe harem, maybe romance, defintiely comedy timeline of Beware of Chicken, starring Rou, his cock, and his two idiots, Bailu and Seiyu.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.