Blood apostle - Chapter 41

When Lu Wu opened his eyes, he found that the world had changed completely.The world before him did not have fancy magic, nor ultimate Dou Qi.What it had were summoners that form contracts with summoned beasts.And coincidentally, he was such a summoner, although not a professional one, and his first summoned beast was a piece of crap.But that was fine, because he also had a golden finger!

“If it’s a barbarian you want, then it’s a barbarian you’ll get!”

Reclaimed by her noble family after being swapped at birth, Qin Yining is bestowed a hellish family instead. Just as she turns her situation around and gains acceptance, her country is plunged into danger instead.

Shades of gray color the world. No side is completely good, and no side is completely evil. Refusing to be a trophy won by men, Qin Yining carves her own path instead. In this absolutely riveting and spellbinding tale, what does our MC do when an entire dynasty is at stake?

A young boy dies a tragic death and is granted 3 wishes. He chooses to be reborn in MHA with the Telekinesis as his quirk and the potential to achieve Absolute Mastery and Power over his ability.The MC will be overpowered and there will be some dark elements. The novel will be quite realistic in the context of the MHA world. The MC will be cruel to his enemies and kind to those he cares about. There will be romance and potential for a harem of about 3, but not more than 5.I plan to continue with this hopefully until the end of MHA canon.I aim to upload chapters of about 2k words, and I hope people enjoy this fanfic. I'm open to any suggestions and criticism on how I could improve, but please no hate for no reason.The first few chapters are quite dark, but it gets better after that, so please stick around till then.MHA and any of the characters in it do not belong to me.I will try to release a bonus chapter every 1,000 powerstones. Although, it depends on if I have chapters ready.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…