DerekMcCoy was a man that since from young age had to face many adversities. Often forced to settle with surviving rather tha living, had finallyfound his place in the world, until everything was taken from him onelast time. After losing his life to achieve revenge, he reincarnatesuntil he finds a world worth living for, a world filled with magic andmosters. Follow him along his journey, from grieving brother to aliensoldier. From infant to Supreme Magus.
That morning the classroom was already filled to the brim. Several teachers of the academy were gathered there for no reason at all. Powerful mages always had too much free time at their disposal.
Suddenly, a youth walked in. He was handsome and unrestrained, exuding an aura of confidence that made evident him being a peerless genius. His presence became more overbearing with every step.
"Dear heavens! Who is that youth of unparalleled manliness?" The female students were of course top tier beauties, wearing long chi-paos that revealed ample part of their generous bosom and let them show their long jade like legs from the side slit.
Soon blood rushed to the face and the most private parts of the young and pure maidens, making them bloom like red roses.
The handsome youth was of course Lith, our protagonist. His black, silky hair moved with each stride, his smile was filled with nothing but unrestrained power. He knew that in that small world he was peerless beyond reason.
Dazzled by his appearance, the professors decided to test his wits, so see if such overbearing talent really belonged to a true genius.
"What do you think about the Dao of magic, young master?" Said an old man whose beard almost reached the floor.
"Such an easy question." Lith's boundless self-confidence filled the whole room with admired gasps. He was the kind of man that every woman wanted, and every man wanted to be.
"He who strikes first, strikes twice. Buy low, sell high." His reply made the male audience turn green with envy.
"So young yet so wise and knowledgeable about Taoism and philosophy! He truly understands the Dao! Heavens don't have eyes! Why him? He is just commoner trash! Why it couldn't be me?
I come from the [insert pompous name here] family. We have hundreds of years of artifacts and legacies, yet I am nothing compared to him!" Everyone thought.
The female audience, instead, had already fallen head over heels for him. All that they could think about was how to capture his manly heart and how many children of him they wanted to bear in their wombs.
But Lith hadn't finished yet.
"The cat is on the table. It's a quarter from nine."
Those simple words revealed a profound and unfathomable wisdom. Soon the professors realized that it would take them years to understand the truth about the Dao that was hidden behind those words.
At the same time, the female audience raised the baby count by one, some even by three. They were healthy young ladies, after all.
Soon the evil envious prince from the powerful Envy family couldn't take it anymore.
"You are courting death!" He bellowed.
He moved with unbelievable speed, arriving in front of Lith in the blink of an eye. He was the most nondescript character one could imagine. The only defining trait he had was a T-shirt saying: "Hi, I'm the bad guy."
"You trash, how dare you taint this sacred halls with your presence? Kowtow to me nine times and call me your grandpa, and I promise I will not kill you."
The professors gasped. They were all arch mages, hundreds of years old. But what was their pride, the school honour, not to mention nonsense like the rules of the kingdom in front of that youth?
He was Prince Bad Guy from the Envy family, whose power they didn't dare to offend. So, like the archmages they were, they squealed some pathetic excuse and hid in the background.
"Poor Lith, he is destined to die. No one can offend the Envy family and live to tell the tale." They thought as one.
Lith was unaffected by both his words and t-shirt.
"You are just a side character, scram!" With a wave of his hand, Lith sent Bad Guy crashing into the wall, keeping him alive for no reason other than to gloat at his misfortune.
Bad Guy coughed a mouthful of blood, his bones were crushed, his internal organs bleeding, his dantian almost crippled, but his ego was stronger than ever.
"Uncle! Please save me! This b*stard dared to hit me! So despicable! Why did you refuse to die when I politely asked you to?"
Lith wanted to reply to such senseless words, but another nondescript character appeared. He was older than Bad Guy, and his t-shirt recited: "I'm the Uncle."
The professors were so scared by his appearance that they hid in the previous page of this very same chapter, trying to escape his fury.
"That's the legendary Bad Guy's Uncle! Now Lith is really done for! He refused a toast only to drink a defeat."
"Who dares to hurt my nephew? I'm Uncle [insert boring wannabe threatening speech here] from the Envy family. Cripple your dantian and cut your own arms, and maybe I will let you live as a dog."
"Such a compelling offer." Lith sneered.
"But you are a side character as well. I have no time to waste, scram and make the final boss appear!" Lith sneezed, and the power of that simple move broke down Uncle's body and will, sending him crashing in the wall right beside Bad Guy.
"Oh Patriarch! Please avenge us!" He said coughing a mouthful of blood before passing out.
"Who dares defying the Envy family?"
A heaven-defying bellow shook the whole academy, while Patriarch Final Boss descended from the sky.
"Oh God! It's Patriarch Final Boss from the Envy family! We are here by accident, we don't belong in this novel!" The professors left the pages of the novel, running for their lives.
His nondescript character's t-shirt saying: "I'm the Final Boss" was all the proof of identity anyone could ever need.
"I admit you have some talent, young MC. But it's time that this story goes back to its rightfully tracks! It belongs to my Envy family!"
Lith laughed coldly.
"Did you even bother reading the title? It's Supreme Magus, not The Envy Chronicles! Enough wasting pages, do your worst!"
"How dare you correct me when I am so wrong even a blind, deaf and dumb man would notice? Take this hit if you dare!"
Final Boss unsheathed the Black Phoenix Evil God Cyber Monday Sword, a peerless artifact that the Envy family had passed on through the generations.
The sword light was filled with boundless power and knowledge, sword intent could be clearly seen piercing time, space and even the Author's patience that was growing short with so many filler words in the same sentence.
The audience felt like Mount Tai was falling down from the sky, the pressure of that strike was unbearable even for the spectators. No one could possibly imagine what Lith was feeling under such killing intent.
It was pure and unrestrained boredom!
Lith didn't move from his spot, simply ripping open his robe, he revealed what was hidden inside.
The world class beauties, imagining him to be stark naked underneath, experienced non-stop nosebleed, to the point that the most delicate ones fainted on the spot.
The simple idea of his dancing chiseled pecs, big enough to play chess over them, and a six-ab pack hard enough to act as a washboard was too much for a young maiden's mind to take.
But Lith wasn't naked, on the contrary.
Under his robe, lied the strongest weapon of all creation.
"Oh my God!" Said a professor that had tripped in the webpage address, and hence was still there.
"Shiny as silver, light as silk but durable without equals!"
"No! It cannot be!" Even Final Boss, despite still performing his strike was able to catch a glimpse of the true nature of his opponent.
"That's right!" Lith laughed a handsome, overbearing, manly, peerless, genius laughter.
"It's the legendary platinum armor, better known as plot armor!"
"Hi there! I'm the Author!" The armor said. "Now scram! I'm not gonna change the title of my work for a nondescript cookie cut character like you!"
"Nooooo!" When the sword and the Plot Armor collided, Final Boss disappeared from existence, and so did Bad Guy and Uncle.
And so Lith lived happily ever after, never knowing exactly how many members his harem reached, despite having an intimate knowledge of every and each one of them.
A woman named Isabella Thompson is walking alone in a heavy downpour at night. She falls beside a black car on the curb and desperately crawls into it, realizing that she would be found frozen to death in the rain by morning. However, she doesn't notice the strong smell of blood in the air. In the dark, a pair of dark eyes with a bluish tint snap open and dart to her with a sharp light in them. The owner of the eyes, a severely injured man, tries to push her away, but he's too weak. Isabella lowers her head and presses her body against the man's toned body, angering him. The rain finally subsides into a drizzle, and Isabella wakes up in the car the next morning, trying to recall how she ended up there. Isabella is outside her parents' house, where she overhears a conversation between Samantha Lang, a famous TV personality and her fan, and another person. Samantha insults Isabella and reveals that they were swapped at birth, which explains the odd atmosphere at home lately. Isabella was taken to a five-star hotel in Dawton City, but she escaped because she realized she had been set up. She feels wistful and wants to think that Mr. and Mrs. Thompson are still her parents, even if she is not related to them. However, she hears Mrs. Thompson say that Isabella is a cheap girl who does not deserve to be Samantha's servant, and that the Lang family would not recognize her as their daughter.
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
Dear readers, this book has resumed daily updates. It took Sabrina three whole years to realize that her husband, Tyrone didn't have a heart. He was the coldest and most indifferent man she had ever met. He never smiled at her, let alone treated her like his wife. To make matters worse, the return of the woman he had eyes for brought Sabrina nothing but divorce papers. Sabrina's heart broke. Hoping that there was still a chance for them to work on their marriage, she asked, "Quick question,Tyrone. Would you still divorce me if I told you that I was pregnant?" "Absolutely!" he responded. Realizing that she didn't mean shit to him, Sabrina decided to let go. She signed the divorce agreement while lying on her sickbed with a broken heart. Surprisingly, that wasn't the end for the couple. It was as if scales fell off Tyrone's eyes after she signed the divorce agreement. The once so heartless man groveled at her bedside and pleaded, "Sabrina, I made a big mistake. Please don't divorce me. I promise to change." Sabrina smiled weakly, not knowing what to do...
Sawyer, the world's top arms dealer, stunned everyone by falling for Maren—the worthless girl no one respected. People scoffed. Why chase a useless pretty face? But when powerful elites began gathering around her, jaws dropped. "She's not even married to him yet—already cashing in on his power?" they assumed. Curious eyes dug into Maren's past... only to find she was a scientific genius, a world-renowned medical expert, and heiress to a mafia empire. Later, Sawyer posted online. "My wife treats me like the enemy. Any advice?"
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.