The World Turned into a Game After I Woke up - Chapter 155: First? Part II

Bai Feng transmigrated into the game and became a formidable giant of the demon race, Bai Qingling.In the game, Bai Qingling was a scheming and cold-hearted character who would do anything for immortality. He practiced the art of Voodoo, created human puppets, and committed all sorts of evil deeds.What's even more despicable was that he always treated his three adopted stunning female disciples as pawns, making them the common antagonistic bosses in the “pure love” and “fallen evil” paths of the game!Bai Feng's arrival happened to coincide with the game's finale. At this moment, Bai Qingling was severely injured, completely depleted of mana, and about to be betrayed by those around him!In order to protect himself, Bai Feng had no choice but to intensify his wickedness and interact with those around him with the most ruthless and evil demeanor.But little did he expect that...Eldest Disciple: What a great immortal Master is! I really want to cry!Second Disciple: People misunderstand him so much. Master is truly a great immortal of love!Third Disciple: If we can contribute to Master's quest for immortality by sacrificing everything, what are we waiting for?Righteous Fairy: Master, if you don't abandon me, I will be willing to abandon the light and embrace the darkness, serving you faithfully!

Keira Olsen got married, she herself didn't know that her husband, who came out of nowhere, was actually the richest man!She was just an illegitimate daughter who couldn't see the light of day, struggling to survive since childhood.While he was the darling of the heavens, high above all.Their statuses were worlds apart; everyone was waiting for Keira Olsen to be kicked out, but as they waited, all they got was the richest man's post on Moments:“Wife, is it possible not to divorce?”Everyone: ???[strong FL, secret identity, powerful couple, 1V1]

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.

Should an untalented guy like me die?Then I’m going to die.I will die as you so desire.After dying, I will challenge the world again.Until I kill this tr*sh-like world!