Corrupt Creations - Chapter 393

Betrayed. Murdered. Forgotten. Orion Vale, the strongest warrior and rightful heir, fell under his own beloved's blade—Shia, now the Empress of Eldora. Yet, fate has not finished with him. Reborn with memories of his previous life, he will crave a new path, rising through cultivation, swordsmanship, and magic. But as he seeks revenge, whispers of a larger conspiracy emerge. Was his death betrayal… or the cruel design of destiny? In a world where power is reign, Orion will create his own destiny.-------------Give a try first twenty chapter then judge my work.

If life could repeat itself, what would you do?Would you repeat your first life and stay a normal average joe? Perhaps your gaze will betray the life you’ve already lived, but you remain insignificant and unknown, stretching your neck up high to watch the furling clouds roll by?Or will you make the world your stage, stir up every cloud and wind under all the heavens, making the entire world your captive audience as you dance, making people’s hearts pound with your every move?Composing my own laws, establishing the order I desire…a human life is a measly ten decades, so why don’t I light the candle that is my life and set this world ablaze!!

The dominant forensic doctor who traveled back in time to the era of the Great Tang's Zhenguan reign, became a distinguished family's abandoned girl.

When the admissions office of Witch Academy called, I was stunned—I had been accepted into a school I never imagined I could touch.Yes, I am a boy and it is an all-girls’ academy, but they did not mind, so I saw no reason to object. I had applied secretly, without telling my family, just to take a chance.But as soon as those striking seniors greeted us newcomers—pressing every boy against the wall with a knowing smile—I realized things were about to spin out of control.“Oh, come now, you sweet little freshman,” one of them said smoothly, her voice full of mischief. “Don’t make this difficult for me, your big sis. Swallow this core and transform into a witch like me, alright?”She held the glowing orb before us, half-threatening, half-teasing, almost inviting the new boys to react. It was clear she enjoyed it—the blend of fear and resistance in their expressions. Our unease seemed to be her personal amusement.After all, they only had this opportunity once a year.