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 PROLOGUE
 In the first age, there existed seven monarchs within the demonic realm. Beings of utmost power, they were revered as gods, excepting one, for he was known to be a mutant. This was the Fourth Lord, Pernen, who was weaker than the other six tyrants.
 Many doubted whether the same pure blood flowed through his veins. He lacked the iron rule over his realm that came so naturally to the other monarchs. Following this, he lacked great magical reserves, unable to curse the earth with natural calamities or assume a demonic form. His form appeared to be a fragile human body, yet he was still ancient beyond reckoning, his magical prowess taking forms that differed from his demonic kin.
 These regal beings ruled the demon realms, and in theory, their rule was absolute, none other able to take up their mantle of tyranny. Pernen was the sole exception, for great demon lords gleefully challenged his right to rule at every turn, wishing to devour him and subsume his pure blood. Yet, despite his obvious flaws, he was still a monarch. He enforced this fact by his subtle mastery of magic, forming the elements to his will and replicating the powers of other beings. His real strength lay in his ability to analyze, and in so doing, understand the arcane arts. His power was not raw wrath to be unleashed upon worlds; no, it was a keen dagger of knowledge.
 Still, despite his subtle mind and mastery, his power would always be limited. This fact meant that he was constantly faced by the mortal coil, the threat of death: A phenomenon that the other monarchs had no understanding of, those beings of terrible power. In fact, had it not been for the intervention of another tyrant, Pernen would have been consumed and replaced ages ago. So he persisted, but without pride, a miserly existence for one such as he. He had no choice but to consume the hearts of any devil he defeated, desperate for the smallest amplification of his magical reserves. For centuries he survived like this. Time was a cruel mistress, however, and with each tick of the clock, his influence over the realms waned. His kin expanded their dominions and control while he merely wandered from here to there, possessing only that which he brought with him. He was the beggar prince of the abyss, a landless lord with no army to call his own.
 He despised his miserly existence, knowing that he could not maintain it for all eternity. The solution to his plight finally came to him: He had to increase the magical energies within his foes before consuming them. Quality over quantity, as the age-old adage went. This then was his new field of research, and he embraced it with all gusto.
 After many experiments, both failed and successful; he had developed various spells and magical amplifications that none could imitate. Up until now, no concept of armor and armaments had existed within the realms, for the world was newly birthed from the void. His first creations were suits of armor fashioned from the raw hides of slain demons and weapons fashioned from their razor-sharp claws.
 Pernen soon expanded upon these talents, his laboratories overflowing with the corpse matter of various high-ranking demons. He crafted his armor, weapons, and trinkets at a maddening pace, all the while engraving his artifacts with the runes of magic in the language that he himself had composed.
 This was how his artifacts came into being, granting the previously weak monarch powers unlike any wielded by his kin.
 At first, his results were crude mockeries of his later masterwork creations. His fellow monarchs, as well as many demons, mocked him for tinkering with useless objects. They stated that no devil could be bested by rolling a stone down a cliff; no, true battle was a thing of claw and jaw and flame.
 Time is the ultimate arbiter; for his efforts and talents began reaping dividends. Pernen soon showed that he could craft the remains of slain demons into lethal weapons and impenetrable armor. His ultimate apotheosis came when he mastered the ability to store and channel magic through the creations he had forged. Where previously he had been a magister of middling ability, he could now split the earth with a single gesture, summon pillaring spouts of flame and, within the next instant, turn such terrible towering infernos into spires of ice. Even the heavens would open at his command, lightning striking down upon his hated foes.
 Pernen, through wit and guile, had become as omnipotent as his fellow monarchs. No longer was he prey, and demons that still hunted for his heart found themselves torn to pieces and consumed in a matter of seconds.
 He claimed his own portion of the realms, erecting magical barriers to ensure that none would pass within.
 He broke a great chunk of rock from the earth which he levitated into the air, carving out his castle with its walls and its reaching spires. All who dared invade his territory were bested. His peace did not last, for a vision of his future death came to him. He felt his body weaken day by day. He tried to deny this, even exploring the possibilities of a return from death, as he knew it was possible for some other beings. All these avenues of investigation availed him naught, and his eternal severance from the mortal coil became a given.
 For many years this situation haunted him, his entire existence threatened, and all his labors proving to be futile. He still had many ages before death would strike, yet his death remained certain. It was during this time that many demons started copying his methods, crafting weapons from their own bodies, magically fueling them with slivers of their hearts. Their mimicry, ironically, gave him the answer he sought. He went to work at once, gathering all manner of materials from many strange and surreal spheres of the demonic realms.
 The weapons he had crafted by using demonic hearts were mighty indeed but were mere toys compared to the power he now sought to unleash into the worlds.
 After all his preparations had been made, he flew to the highest room in the highest spire within his heavenly castle. This would be his workshop, and perhaps his tomb.
 A dagger he plunged into his own breast, working it in hacking circles until finally, he held his still-beating heart within his hand. This organ could exist outside of him, and as long as a sliver of it existed, he could still draw breath. He then went about the task of cutting his own heart into twenty-four pieces, each of which was placed into a glass tube. Two of these pieces he magically infused into two swords that he had created some time ago.
 The next stage of his plan now took full effect as he started forging items, infusing each of them with a remaining piece of his heart, a sliver of his true essence.
 It is in this tome that I now reference all twenty-four objects crafted by the Fourth Lord, Pernen:
 1. Holy Sword Armenia [Bastard Sword] [Aspect of Light]
 2. Demon Sword Karvenia [Bastard Sword] [Aspect of Darkness] &lt;ol&gt; Chiljido [Do]「Attack / Magical Defense」 Argal [Long Sword] [Aspect of Death] Valentine [Ring] [Aspects of Honor and Destiny] Requiem [Long Sword] [Aspect of Fire] Frostblade [Long Sword] [Aspect of Ice] Russen Ardahan [Golem] [Guardian] Izenster [Full Body Plate Armor] [Aspect of Glory] Altemia [Dagger] [Aspect of Blood] Silverion [Tachi] [Aspect of Speed] Gaia [Halberd] [Aspect of Land] Yakal [Great Sword] [Aspect of Wrath] Luquete [Staff] [Aspect of Lightning] Momentomori [Staff] [Aspect of Disease] Aylia [ Spear] [Aspect of the Phantom Realm] Starfish [Lance] [Aspect of Metal] Winter Wind [Bastard Sword] [Aspect of Wind] Moonlight [Shield] [Defense] Ginungagaf [Scythe] [Aspect of Darkness] Red petals [Spear] [Aspect of Severance] Ludmilla [Chain] [Aspect of Binding] Silver Cross [Earring] [Aspect of Amplification] Carpe Diem [Ring] [Enchanted / Dependent] &lt;/ol&gt;
 Upon completion of his creations, the time of field-testing began. Each of his items, he tested on himself and then on his greatest foes. The results far exceeded his initial expectations, and his creations became the envy of the entire demonic realm, even awakening his fellow monarchs’ greed. Still, even after the creation of such mighty treasures, emptiness once more entered his soul, for his death was still written in the strands of fate.
 Moreover, the shattering of his heart had brought his death even closer. His creations had robbed him of much, even if they were as mighty as they were. Pernen knew his death was certain and that a successor had to be named to take his stead. Yet, he found none of the demons worthy of ascending his throne and claiming his realm.
 After many centuries of meditation, the solution came to him: He would use the creations of his heart as the method by which his successor would be chosen. He would introduce balance, or discord, between the demonic and celestial realms. Between these realms, there existed the middle earth: A world of humans and other bipedal races.
 Twenty-four meteorites Pernen summoned to ferry his twenty-four creations onto the earth.
 They crashed into this world, each releasing their gift and forever changing and distorting countless fates.
 Following this arbitrary act, Pernen made his will known to this middle earth:
 “Behold, you beings of weakness! I have sent from the heavens artifacts carved from my own breast. I am the fourth lord of my realm, and my power, my essence now resides within the twenty-four treasures that have struck the ground you crawl upon! The being who possesses all of my heart’s creations shall be raised next to me, the fourth lord, whether this being be a demon, an angel or a mere mortal! You shall sit on my left-hand side, and, upon my death, shall become what I am! All realms and realities shall tremble at your feet!”
 This, then, is the tale of those twenty-four pieces of Pernen’s heart.
 This tale begins with twenty-four meteors streaking across the sky.
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 I made a game.
 When I woke up, I was in that game.
 When I was in confusion and embarrassment, the one who brought me into this world appeared and said:
 “Oh, Creator. This is a game only for you, but it is also a ‘duty’.”
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 Even though he lived in America, Tang Cu had been deemed the “godly author” since his debut 8 years ago on a famous Chinese online novel website. However, many people did not know he had a severe social anxiety disorder which caused him to be considered “cold.” After being invited to do an interview for the company’s 10 year anniversary celebration in China, he finally gathered his courage to meet with his #1 fan, Pian Yu.
 Pian Yu had been following Tang Cu’s novels for his entire career and, after noticing the lack of romance in Tang Cu’s popular novels, they wrote fanfiction for his novels to include the ‘romance’ Tang Cu left out.
 However, Pian Yu turned out to be a male college student named Lu LianGuang.
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 Wu Lai was an ordinary high school student. One day he was struck by a flash of lightning from a different world, and suddenly entered a fantastic world full of magic and swords. Since then, he started a totally new life. In this supernatural world, he had his ups and downs, experienced numerous battles, subdued powerful evil beasts, and fell in love with a belle. His nickname “Demon King” was remembered throughout the ages there.
 Stay or return was a question. In the face of this choice, Wu Lai, with the nostalgia and gratefulness for the original world, finally chose to stay…
 Here was the legend of “Demon King”…
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 Living in this apocalyptic world full of zombies and monsters, the rich rely on technology and the poor rely on mutation.
 Shen Shanwu, 13 years old in appearance but 31 years old in reality, is a mutant that can alter his own appearance. Although he looks like a child on the outside, his wisdom is not very good. One day, he was just passing by when he was suddenly forcibly adopted by a major general, whom he didn’t know where he came from.
 He resisted, but when he looked up, it turned out to be an old acquaintance.
 The little boy, who could only hide behind him and cry, transformed into the unsmiling, cold, and tough man in front of him. And that expression of seeing a dead beloved is really unsightly…
 Shen Shanwu: Can you smile?
 Jing Huan: After Shanwu died, I couldn’t smile anymore.
 Shen Shanwu: …Who? Who do you think is dead?
 It took a long time before he found out about it. He found Jiang Huan crying and holding Shen Shanwu’s nameplate in the middle of the night and told his adopted son how good Shen Shanwu was… All of this…was seen by Shen Shanwu himself!
 Jiang Huan (raising his gun): Since you have seen my embarrassing side, then I can only marry you or kill you.
 Shen Shanwu: …
 Shen Shanwu: Marry, marry, marry! I will recruit 800 zombies to carry you home!
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 Zhuang Feng is in his last year of high school, and he’s just moved to the city. He lives with his good-for-nothing cousin, who’s always on business trips falling for get-rich-quick scams, and his Saozi (sister-in-law), who tries to make his life miserable as much as possible. There’s one upside, though; she. is. freaking. hot. But one day, he found a piece of her underwear in the bathroom…. And unfolded a series of events that will turn his life upside down.
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 “Your Majesty, the pirates are coming!” said a soldier in panic.
 “Don’t worry, let the ninja assassinate the tactical troops to solve them.” Pulkit smiled.
 “Your Majesty, the naval fleet came over, the leader is the three Admirals!” Another soldier panicked.
 “Three Admirals? Let the Kenpachi Zaraki team handle that.” Pulkit smiled.
 “Your Majesty, the Four Emperors came to attack!” Another soldier panicked.
 “Don’t mess, go and call the dragon!” Pulkit smiled.
 “Your Majesty, the revolutionary army united with the world government and the world’s pirates all over!”
 Another soldier was alarmed. Pulkit wears the Pluto God clothes, pick up the sword around, his eyes turned into Rinnegan, stood up and sneered, “just right, today they will be wiped out.”
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 When she fell into the book transmigration system, Jiang Shi Ning not only had to be the mother of various villains and supporting characters to get them back on track, but also had to ‘leave in death’ at the right time. After five lifetimes of reincarnation, the highest level. She can finally return to the normal world. But …… she never expected to see a familiar face.
 The emperor and prince brother: “Mother, this time, this sons will protect you!”
 Republican marshal/female writer brothers and sisters: “Mother, it’s okay, we’ll start from zero together.”
 Sword Saint of the Immortal World: “Mother. Son will take care of you.”
 Little Monster of the Apocalypse: “Mother Mother, here’s an apple for you!”
 Jiang Shi Ning: “…… don’t mess with that, no fighting ah, you’re not allowed to fight ah!”
 Also known as: “Mom love me again” “Mom who do you love most?”
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 Serious version: Every small world had a heartthrob, all he had to do was to kill that heartthrob
 Irregular version: Shen Jue was punished for doing wrong and experienced the suffering of reincarnation. In order to get rid of reincarnating, he had to kill those beautiful and prosperous heartthrobs, and before doing it, he had to attack the other party and let the other party willingly die for him.
 It was just that, gradually, those heartthrobs who had been attacked were blackened…
 Shen Jue: Wait, aren’t you the protagonist?
 Hearthrob [sneer]: We all have stuff, so who’s to say I have to be the recipient?
 “When two lovers meet, one must attack!
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 Tang Nuan, the cannon fodder supporting female in a sweet pampering novel, woke up after an accident and decided to get rid of her fate after she foresaw her tragic future in advance. The first thing she did was to break off the engagement with her wealthy fiancé. She felt that she knew the plot in advance and also knew the secret of her fiancé Ye Shuyan’s mind-reading ability, so she would be able to quit the marriage smoothly. However, she did not expect Ye Shuyan’s mind-reading ability limited to a three-meter distance would be an exception to her.
 Ye Shuyan, who has always been with Tang Nuan out of responsibility, found that his fiancée was completely different from what he imagined after he had the mind-reading skills. He developed a feeling of admiration, so he, who firmly did not want to break off the engagement, and Tang Nuan started a series of battles of wits and courage.
 The two protagonists redeemed each other in the struggle between breaking off and not breaking off the engagement, facing their feelings sincerely, and reaping sweet love and marriage.
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 21st century superstar Jian Nai’s friend encountered a scumbag who cheated money from people. As soon as the other party walked away, his friend became the laughing stock of the entire entertainment circle overnight!
 Jian Nai immediately decided to take revenge on behalf of his friend, preparing to make the scumbag pay the price for playing with other’s feelings and then dump him!
 Jian Nai : “Baby, I just got off work, and you?”
 The other party : “Just finished the battle with the invading army.”
 Jian Nai : “Honey, I will cook for you in the kitchen. What do you like to eat?”
 The other party : “Nutrition solution.”
 “… …”
 Getting along for a while, he finally dumped the other party and said he was just playing around. After saying the harsh words, he realised– it’s over, he copied the wrong ID!
 Not only did he add the wrong person, the other party was not even a person from Earth at all!
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 Due to an accident, a rich and handsome man from modern society became a man’s wife in ancient society. 
 Just being a man’s wife was not enough. 
 He was also a secondhand product with two children. 
 Just being a secondhand product was not enough. 
 The secondhand man was also a poor and ugly man, who was blind in one eye. 
 Shao Yunan was very dissatisfied with this. 
 And very, very unhappy.
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 「You are gorgeous.」
 「You are amazing.」
 「Your nature is as fickle as flowing water and as erratic as a flower drifting in the wind.」
 「…」
 「You will make everyone fall madly in love with you. They will not stop until your entire being is under their possession; until you are trapped and caged; until your limbs are no more. Until you are but a cold body locked away in a freezer—only then will they finally be content.」
 「…」
 「You will not die. You will revive endlessly.」
 After an accident, Chao Deng was forced into binding with a system. The task allocated to him was to enter various worlds to collect fragments of personality.
 Chao Deng went after the personification of indifference first, then frivolity, tyranny, paranoia, arrogance… In the end, Chao Deng discovered that these fragments had all come from the same person.
 Indulging in love, muddling through life, having your name spread far and wide, or having an existence worth no more notice than a mere speck of dust—these are all the glorious songs dedicated to the life of one truly great.
 You were born to be pampered by millions.
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 Introduction:
 In the past, Nangong Yue was killed by her own pit.
 She was born in a famous family, and her status was noble. She had been taught by the world’s genius doctor.
 She did everything she could to help him ascend the throne from a prince, but what she got in return was a order of copying and beheading every one of the family!
 She was imprisoned in the cold palace, forbearing to plan, and finally destroyed his world with her own hands.
 Once she got revenge, she ended up smiling, but didn’t think about it. Then she opened her eyes and went back to the year when she was nine years old.
 Di Daughter reborn. In this life, she will never allow anyone to bully her, humiliate her, belittle her and trample her!
 At young drowned big brother, Crazy mother who died early, this life, she must protect their life happiness and peace.
 Stepmother of a previous life, don’t you like to seduce a married man? Then I’ll find you a man with broken sleeves(gay) and peach branches, and let you seduce enough!
 Past life’s husband, Aren’t you do anything for the sake of the throne? In this life, no matter how you calculate, you will only miss the throne!
 Dear cousin, the pain of past life’s killing a person and her whole clan, let you return slowly with one knife at time!
 Eccentric grandmother, Excellent relatives, Since you people are want to fight, then fight in complete confusion!
 Originally thought that in this life, she would die alone.
 Unexpectedly, in her past life’s the one who kills his father and brother, the cruel and bitter “Killing God” Zhennan wangye quietly appeared in her life. It’s just… How does the style of picture seems wrong? Where is the cold-blooded gloomy and deep-hearted?
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