Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery - Chapter 87 - 80 Tai Xu Fantasy Realm - Education Network Special Zone_1

He was about to join the beta test on the newest VR games, Second World.

But an anomaly threw him into a world with familiar rules, a rule he usually only experienced in a game.

Now he must use his past gaming experience in this new world.

It was no longer a game, it was survival! A strive to reach the highest level possible.

Equipped with dual-class of melee and magic user, John was set on the path to become the strongest character in this brave new world.

#FANTASY #ROMANCE #ROMANTASY # WEREWOLF #ACTION #ADVENTURE #REVENGE #BETRAYAL #CEO #BUSINESS #FEMALELEAD #WEMENPOWEREleanor Whitmore, the second daughter of the renowned Whitmore family, was born with a golden spoon in her mouth... or so everyone believed. But one day, her perfect world shattered like fragile glass.Just when she thought life couldn’t get any worse, she had no idea the worst was yet to come.After a series of shocking events left her with nowhere to hide, she chose to fight back against those who had conspired against her.

“Your Majesty, the pirates are coming!” said a soldier in panic.

“Don’t worry, let the ninja assassinate the tactical troops to solve them.” Pulkit smiled.

“Your Majesty, the naval fleet came over, the leader is the three Admirals!” Another soldier panicked.

“Three Admirals? Let the Kenpachi Zaraki team handle that.” Pulkit smiled.

“Your Majesty, the Four Emperors came to attack!” Another soldier panicked.

“Don’t mess, go and call the dragon!” Pulkit smiled.

“Your Majesty, the revolutionary army united with the world government and the world’s pirates all over!”

Another soldier was alarmed. Pulkit wears the Pluto God clothes, pick up the sword around, his eyes turned into Rinnegan, stood up and sneered, “just right, today they will be wiped out.”

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Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.