Supernatural
She is intelligent, beautiful, calm, and professional. As the youngest chief forensic investigator for the past few years, her future was very bright. All of this, however, changed with a bizarre time-travel. Her face was now destroyed. All right. But unexpectedly she was also a “gift” from a small kingdom! Her life deviated from the initial course. By her side would from time to time emerge bizarre and bewildering incidents. She makes painstaking investigations, unravels the layers of mysteries, pleads for justice on behalf of the living ones, and redresses injustices for the dead. There have been no vengeful spirits under her knife! Just as everything has settled down, as she looked back, she was inwardly glad. One life, one world, two-people. Today’s mistaken marriage is only to be tied with you.
The scum Medicine God was banished to a savage other world, forced to undergo reformation! The soul of Yan Mo, who had thoroughly offended the heavens, passed through to another world, not waking for long before realizing the cruel circumstances he was in. He was hit unconscious by another person and carried back as winter food reserves. The tribe that he was at was a super-Spartan type of primitive tribe. The people here only cared about two things: Fighting strength! Fighting strength! The former fighting strength is used on the battlefield, the latter fighting strength…… Checking illness? Chinese medical doctor? Drinking bitter dregs? What sort of toy is that? Are you conspiring to murder my tribe’s young warriors? Kill! Growing wheat? Raising pigs and chicken? We’re warriors, not s*aves! Kill! Teaching women how to make clothes and cook? Making soap and perfume for them? f*ck, unexpectedly seducing the tribe’s women! Kill! You say you’re god’s messenger? Come to guide us in the direction of a more beautiful life? Very good, give you one day’s period, go and subdue all of our enemies and turn them all into s*aves to bring back. Impossible? Kill! Yan Mo, “……”
In this world, strong warriors are needed in order to conquer the hot crimson desert. The Pareia Tribal-Chief’s first-born son, named Yulian Provoke, routinely gallops through the stormy deserts alone. Only to find someone of destiny – an otherworldly man that would change his fate forever. This same young child who struggles to find purpose while embodying both ambition and revenge into his very own hands as he awaits that faithful day of confronting a particular person that was, supposedly, the culprit of his blood-mother’s death. At first, he was alone; but then after, he forms the RED STORM division – a group of powerful warriors at his command – in hopes of Conquering the Desert, braving towards those who oppose him, and bringing great fortune to his tribe.
I failed and will challenge again. There is no room for failure in my second life! 72 dungeons and their owners that appeared on earth. And the Awakened. I am a hunter that will devour all of them.
“With your own strength, prove the worth of your species.” Without warning, every man, woman, and child was teleported off to fight an endless series of battles. Failure to clear every objective means that humanity shall be purged, or so the Operator claims. But if that is true, why was K sent back in time?
“Who touched you?” he asked, his eyes brooding down at her and when she didn’t answer, his voice thundered in the room, “WHO?” The butler who stood near the wall spoke shakily, “Sir, it was Mr. Reverale,” Damien’s face turned sour, his jaw ticking in anger he turned his face to the side where the butler stood behind. “Bring the man here.” “N-now?” stuttered the butler. It was the time of night. Damien who hadn’t broken his eye contact with the girl in front of him, pushed his hand against the wall which now rested beside his beautiful girl’s head. Turning his body, he first looked at his butler who had his head bowed. With great courage, the butler came to meet his Master’s eyes, “Do you have any other better time? Or should it be after I wring your neck?” Damien asked calmly tilting his head. Not a second later, the butler ran out of the room to return back with Mr. Reverale after twenty minutes. “Damien, are we having a late tea party?” Mr. Reverale came to greet but the master of the house had other plans. Spotting the knife that was stuck to the apple on the table, he reached for it to pull it out. Just as Mr. Reverale went to exchange a handshake with him, Damien took hold of his hand to place it on the table. In one swift movement as if he were chopping onions, he chopped the four fingers of the man off his hand making him yelp and cry in pain. “No one touches what is mine. I am sure this will remind you the next time you even think about touching her,” sighed Damien as if he were tired of telling people to keep their dirty hands off his belongings. Meet Damien Quinn, a pureblooded vampire who is a complete narcissist, brash with his words and stingy even though he is rich who haggled when he bought a slave from the black market. On the other hand, meet Penelope who believes she is a ‘guest’ for a few days at the Quinn as she is intent on escaping from the odd vampire who needs therapy.
