Forced To Be A General, I Just Wanted To Retire - Chapter 1262 - The Glutinous Ball Is a Rice Cake, Right?

She was originally an assassin. After rebirth, she was reduced to another world’s Di family’s most inferior concubine-born daughter. With an extremely hideous appearance and no way to cultivate, she was the object of everyone’s humiliation and bullying.

However, the timid idiot turned over a new leaf. She took control of her own fate and became a domineering, fierce, and demonically beautiful girl. She became a shocking talent and stunning figure in the world, returning blow for blow, blood for blood. With a kill, she became famous!

Even for the smallest provocation, she will take revenge. If someone bullied her, she will return it tenfold! Even to the heavens she will not be merciful! Controlling the mythological beasts of the world, she broke through the Ninth Heaven and shook the whole world!

She freely opposed the heavens. Provoking numerous evildoers, Di Fuyao could only pretend that she was timid and easily bullied with a low IQ, pleading to be let off!

Who knew that the man she provoked, the cold and arrogant evil Ghost Emperor, actually brought the whole world to her just to marry her…

- Description from Novelupdates

When the forgotten past and the mysterious future collide, its up to those stuck in the middle to put a stop to it.Join Stanford “SK” Kirby, a mild-mannered deliveryman and amateur comic book writer, as he fights both the monsters of humanity's past sins and the machinations of their future mistakes.But how is someone this unqualified supposed to do something like that?Why, by creating superheroes, of course!“I have no fear, Operator! For I am here to save the day!”“And I just created a literal knight in shining armor. Alright, let's do this thing. AIM FOR THE DRAGON!”“The mechanical one or the anatomically correct one?”“YES!”

Epic fantasy presence: Ashes Of The First Tyrant [AOTFT]Prologue – The Law of AuraThey say every soul burns.Some flare brightly and fade. Others smolder quietly for a lifetime.But a rare few, rare beyond reason ignite with such intensity that the world bends to them. These are not gods. Not yet.These are the Tyrants.And their aura is not a gift.It is a weight a burden.In this world, aura is everything.It is the breath behind a sword strike, the pressure behind a command, the silent will that can crush or inspire. Most are born with it. Few master it.But only one…only one in an ageawakens the Tyrant’s Spirit…the aura that dominates not by force, but by presence alone.