MTL - The Stepmother is Unkind - Chapter 25

“Qu Meng’er was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, but her father had tampered with her brakes and ended her life in a car accident.

“CRASH!” the last sound he heard; the last image being the smile of his friends.Jotou Howllett, a twenty-one year old nobody who finds little to no purpose in his life, wants to be a freelancer to make it big whilst trying to avoid education. He spends his last day of freedom with his friends before he's forced by his parents to attend college. That last day became his true last day as a white light flashed and he opened his eyes in a coffin, suffocating. He, now she, found herself to be in the body of a woman who had recently passed away. Jotou comes to realize that she's no longer in her world and now is in some sort of fantasy world. The rampant problems in this world soon find themselves surrounding Jotou, from the magics to the monsters to the wars between kingdoms and cities. Jotou sets out to uncover how she got here, why is she here, is she stuck here? Alongside the companions she finds in her way.

In this world, there are people living in misery, they die full of resentment and the end of their despair, they beg the devil, even at the cost of their souls, to witness the one they hate descend to hell.

This is commonly called, “making a deal with the devil.”

In the new age and new life, the newly born little incubus, You Ning, started his first deal as a devil immediately after graduation.

But what’s up with this archangel that’s chasing after him?

#Don’t fall in love with me; I’m an incubus. I don’t have feelings.#

The beautiful little incubus X the handsome, domineering, and scheming archangel.

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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.