She Asks for a Divorce Again - Chapter 177 - Intentional Torture

Yoshimura, a average guy, no more ordinary than the next guy, worked in a company and lived a simple life surprisingly had an unexpected death and died.Fortunately his last days were spent spreading happiness around him which spotted him a place at a certain higher degree of power which gave him one extraordinary thing.One Wish, Any WorldSo seeing the generous and crazy offer, Yoshimura, like any other chose to be reincarnated to his favorite novel 'The King's Path' and was successfully reincarnated too.Unfortunately not in the right body.“What! I am now in the body of the second villain that would be trampled by my favorite protagonist!”“My Beautiful Fiance, a heroine is preparing to invade my place!”“My Step-mother seized all of my properties!”“My Bodacious Maid looks at me strangely in my sleep!”.........“Just how much am I fucked?”....................Well... at the very least I know what will happen later.And the goddess gave me the best talent.[ You have been gifted 'Eyes of Eternity' ][ Sealed Potential Unlocked : Black Hole ]......Wait a second!......................This is my second book.But think of it as my very first because... I'm not that fluent at English, hehe. So please endure the whatever third-rate world grammar I am going to write.

A generation’s War God, once overlooking the world with disdain, had fallen into disgrace because of a conspiracy, becoming a mere son-in-law. However, what nobody had expected was that it was all part of his grand scheme, and when the winds of change blew, he, the king, returned, with the power to overturn seas and move mountains, as a dragon ascended to the heavens!

A Lovecraft- inspired darker, grittier One piece fanfic. A fanfic based on emotion and madness. A fanfic not for the faint hearted.----------------Regret. I have been drowning in it for far too long. I’ve regretted every choice I’ve made, every mistake I’ve carried, every moment of my past. I’ve regretted the present I live, the path I walk. Even my future, uncertain as it may be, has been tainted by regret.But not anymore. I refuse to live under its shadow. Yet, I know the truth—I don’t have the power to escape it completely.Am I not like a flicker of flame? So fragile, so fleeting—one puff, and I’m gone.Regret has burdened me, weighed me down to make me climb the towering wall of greatness. But I press on.It was all I could do. All I ever wanted to do.

The literature of this other world was atrocious.So, I plagiarized.Don Quixote, Anna Karenina, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, The Metamorphosis… I thought that unraveling the literature of the original world would advance the literature of this other world.“Those who dream and those who do not, who really is the mad one?”“To live or to die, that is the question.”“No matter how fatal the mistake, it is different from a sin.”But then, people began to immerse themselves too deeply in the novels I plagiarized.Can’t a novel just be seen as a novel…?