Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill - Chapter 68: Superhero

Transmigrated into a flesh ball, my father swung a sword to chop me, why does this storyline seem so familiar?Have I become Nezha?A great cultivator from the Earth's end-times era transmigrates into Nezha. Watch as the young man navigates the prehistoric world, cutting through illusions, slaying dragon sons, subduing the Dragon Palace, and breaking heaven's barriers!

[ R18+ ]“TAKE YOUR SHIRT OFF…NOW!!” Zara commanded the king Erythian in anger as her eyes turn blood red.he didn't see it coming and his face is flushed with shock..“WHAT? LYS—” he asked before she interrupts.“if I have to ask again...I WILL DO IT MYSELF” she is unrelenting.Does Eythian comply?Zara, a modern girl from Colombia law school is transmigrated into the body of an ancient queen.She wakes up as Queen Lysandra.With a turn of events, she is Obsessed over by the ruthless, Warlord Alaric and finds herself Falling so dearly for him even if she is aware that it’s forbidden.Simultaneously, she is also betrothed to and in love with his enigmatic half brother King Erythian.let it be known that both brothers detest each other.she fights to hold on to her heart, but fate is cruel.Everything shatters and the man who destroyed her…now owns her.The lines between love and duty are blurred as Zara must navigate threats against the kingdom, alongside the love triangle with her between two brothers who despise each other.As she is taken further into a world of secrets.Will Zara honor Queen Lysandra`s duty to the crown and her people, or will she risk it all to follow the desires of her heart?

I, a mere con artist, was unjustly imprisoned in Tantalus, the Abyssal Prison meant for the most nefarious of criminals, where I met a regressor.

But when I used my ability to read her mind, I found out that I was fated to die in a year…

and that the world would end 10 years later.

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.