MTL - Freelance Artist - Chapter 110 "Hurricane" is coming

Ling Chen, the number one prodigy in the Martial World, lost all his cultivation and martial arts when his sect encountered a major disaster.On the brink of death, Ling Chen accidentally obtained the divine martial arts text, ‘’Ling Tian Sword Scripture‘’, and was able to repair his meridians.From then on, he began to understand the Sword Way, condense the Sword Heart, comprehend the Sword Intent, and ultimately became a Sword God of his generation!

Aarav spent his whole life in suffering and injustice. Disowned by his family, cheated by his girlfriend, and drowning in alcohol and gambling, he ultimately meets his end while saving a young child and is reincarnated in the world of Eldoria as Astrael, the only heir of the Ravensatra family, where swords and magic reign supreme and only the strong survive while the weak are devoured. Follow Astrael along his journey as he defies fate beyond heaven. From a broken man to the one and only Sovereign. Wait, there is also a system--[Ding][Aetheric Codex is online][Host has awakened the divine skill Synthesis.][Ding][Host has awakened the divine skill Plunder.]..............Tags: Reincarnation, Antihero, Romance, Male MC, Western Fantasy.............Disclaimer: The story begins at a slower pace as the main character is in the early stages of their journey. These initial chapters are meant to establish the world, characters, and the foundation of the plot. As the story progresses, the pace will pick up and unfold with greater intensity and depth. Your patience will be rewarded.

In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings – whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society – do, when a mysterious application pops up on a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out ‘Red Packets’, all the while spouting nonsense?

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.