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 Under the bright sunshine, in broad daylight, a tragedy of the weak being bullied by the strong is about to take place.
 The youngest child was surrounded by four older children who were older and stronger than him, and there were thick bushes behind him, making it impossible to escape.
 The child was probably very scared. He kept his head down and remained silent. The sunlight made his skin white and tender, and his little arms and legs were soft and frail. He looked really weak, pitiful, and fragile. helpless.
 So, looking at the pitiful appearance of the other party, the little brats who felt more and more satisfied with bullying naturally wanted to keep up their efforts and pounced on him together with great courage. The tallest one reached out and wanted to grab the blond child's hair, intending to hold down the idiot who was so unpleasant to everyone, and teach him a lesson without any courtesy like yesterday.
 However, when I grabbed it with my hand, I couldn't catch it.
 The child ducked away, and then they saw the child raise his head and smile at them.
 Yes.
 The weak, pitiful, and helpless child raised his head and gave them a sinister smile that was completely inconsistent with his cute little face.
 For some reason, the hearts of several children suddenly trembled, and they had an ominous premonition.
 …………
 Just when the older children rushed over, with a click, Garlan's hand that had been placed behind him broke off a branch from the bush behind him.
 He had been groping for a while behind his back, and finally found a branch he wanted, about as long as his arm.
 Flexible, strong and durable.
 Satisfied, he raised his head, grinned his little mouth, exposed the white tips of his teeth, and gave a ferocious smile to the naughty children rushing toward him.
 Then he waved the branch high in the air.
 ——I'm not sure whether Heimos can't cure you little brats?
 Snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap!
 A cheerful snapping sound filled the air.
 It was the sound of the flexible branches hitting the meat.
 The snapping sound was accompanied by the howling and howling sounds of the naughty children who were slapped.
 The style of the painting changed. What was originally a scene of a group of big guys bullying a weak and weak child turned into a scene of a child unceremoniously chasing and beating several children who were taller and stronger than him.
 The blond child jumped and dodged, and with a swish of a branch in his hand, he slapped the older child in front of him on the buttocks. The pain caused the other child to scream and jump while covering his buttocks.
 The chubby child felt something was wrong. Why were they being chased and beaten? Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, he didn't care, he lowered his head and rammed towards Garlan like a bull. Garlan nimbly moved sideways, hid aside, and then kicked the fat kid who rushed past him on the buttocks. The fat kid lay on his back on the ground, and then his round belly was slapped twice by a branch, which made him cry loudly in pain.
 For a moment, the branches were dancing wildly, and only the sound of snapping could be heard, accompanied by the screams of pain from several children.
 These children who were sent here are all descendants of the collateral line of the royal family. They were all spoiled at home. They are lawless on a daily basis and are used to bullying others. Let alone being beaten in this life, I am afraid that they will not even be beaten. Not a finger was touched.
 At this moment, they were being chased and beaten by a child who was smaller than them with a branch. For a moment, they felt angry and embarrassed. They said "you wait, you wait, you wait" and ran away crying.
 Looking at the crying ones running away, Garlan felt relieved.
 Feel refreshed and feel at ease.
 It was because he had been depressed several times in Heimos's place, and when he was in a panic, someone came to his door to let him vent his anger.
 Disobedient naughty children should be spanked hard.
 Garlan, who was very happy to vent, thought so.
 Sure enough, no matter where you are, no matter what era you are in, beating up naughty children is really a very enjoyable sport.
 After watching the group of naughty kids running away disappear, Garlan did not pursue them. He casually threw the broken branch to the ground, bent down and put his hands on his knees, breathing heavily. Big beads of sweat seeped out of his pale golden forehead and dripped on the ground.
 The child's body is still too weak and his physical strength is very poor. If those little devils don't run away, he will soon be unable to hold on and reveal his secrets.
 Warm beads of sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped on his arms.
 Garlan gasped and looked at his white arms.
 Brown skin is regarded as a symbol of superior people, a symbol of superior aristocratic blood, and his skin color...
 Garlan shook his head.
 It doesn't take much thinking to know that this body and face were probably inherited from his mother, a lower-level nobleman, unlike his father, a city lord who was a higher-level nobleman.
 Gallan must have felt very inferior about this when he was a child, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to tan himself and pretend to have natural brown skin.
 From this point of view, his previous lives were really unlucky.
 He was supposed to be the beloved eldest son of the city lord, but because of his skin color, his father did not love his mother, and he was always thought to be impure in the royal family. He was secretly mocked as a bastard, and was looked down upon by other superior nobles.
 Later, he finally became the king's younger brother, and no one dared to chirp in front of him.
 As a result, he was killed after only about ten years, and the throne that was supposed to be his was also taken away by Heimos who killed him.
 Immediately afterwards, because he failed to sit on the throne, his destiny changed and his kingdom was destroyed. As a result, he was cursed by the angry gods to be reincarnated and never survive to adulthood.
 Then his reincarnation, who came back and wanted to correct his trajectory, was also unlucky and was killed by Heimos again and again...
 …………
 So in fact, he is not the son of destiny at all, but the son of misfortune, right?
 There are no gods at all who favor him, there is only one god of misfortune, right?
 Garlan was complaining in his mind, panting, and couldn't help but snort lightly with his nose.
 After spanking those naughty kids, he was in a much better mood now.
 Although the psychological shadow Heimos gave him was infinite, that didn't mean that anyone could bully him. Although his body is a little weaker now, he has been reborn several times. As the first heir to the throne, he has to learn both knowledge and martial arts... Well, he admitted that his grades have always made his instructor look ugly. It doesn’t work.
 So is he bullying the small?
 ...Forget it, if a big one bullies a small one, then the big one bullies the small ones. Anyway, those naughty kids who like to bully others are in need of a lesson.
 After a while, he finally managed to catch his breath. Garlan raised his hand to wipe the sweat that had fallen on his chin and straightened up.
 Anyway, go back to his room and take a rest first. The amount of information you suddenly received was too much, and your brain hurts. He felt that he needed to think about his current situation in a quiet place and figure out what to do next.
 With this thought in mind, he took steps to go back.
 He raised his foot but didn't move it.
 It seemed like something was wrapped around his feet, making him unable to lift them.
 He subconsciously lowered his head and looked at his left foot.
 A ball of golden brown fluffy fur lay on his left foot, wrapped in a ball.
 Two small fleshy claws hugged his ankles, and the huddled fur ball raised its fluffy little head, looking at him innocently with amber eyes, and its two round ears twitched a few times.
 Then, Mao Tuan'er opened his mouth and whined at him.
 Garlan: "???"
 What the hell?
 Why would a little milk lion come over and grab his feet?
 The lion is the sacred animal worshiped by this kingdom and is one of the king's totem symbols. Even the king's flag is printed with the lion's pattern. Therefore, kings throughout the ages have tried to tame lions as a symbol of their throne. However, lions are ferocious beasts after all, and few people can successfully tame them in the end.
 King Camos is one of the special cases.
 He seems to have been so favored by the sacred beast that he was able to successfully tame the lion. The reason why he is called the Lion King is because every time he goes to the battlefield, he will be accompanied by at least two lions.
 Garlan bent down, picked up the little milk lion by the back of its neck, and stared at it carefully.
 Could this be one of the several male lions who will follow Brother Kamos in his wars in the future?
 He thought about the majestic and arrogant maned lions in his memory, who turned a blind eye to everyone except the king, and then looked at the innocent little one he was carrying with his eyes open and his head tilted like a kitten. He looked at his little milk lion.
 As soon as he was picked up by the back of his neck, the little brown-haired ball shrank, curled up with its limbs, looked at him with its small eyes, opened its mouth, and let out another whimpering sound.
 Garlan: "..."
 You are a lion, please don't act cute, okay?
 He stared at the little fur ball, looking left and right, but he could not imagine that the cute little baby he was carrying would grow into the king of beasts that would make people fear him on the battlefield.
 Although he was complaining like this in his heart, Garlan still couldn't resist the little milk lion's coquettish whimpering. He retracted his hand to hold the little milk lion in his arms, and gently rubbed the soft brown fur with one hand. The little brown hair ball was balled up comfortably in his arms. She squinted her eyes and let him help her smooth the hair, and occasionally licked his neck with her warm little tongue.
 Fortunately, he was just a little nubile lion. The barbs on his tongue were not sharp and did not hurt. They were just a little itchy. Garlan couldn't help but laugh and tapped the plush tongue with his finger. Keep your little head calm.
 After knocking the little hair ball on the head, I suddenly heard the rustling sound of the bushes shaking not far away, as if someone was walking through the bushes.
 Garlan held the little milk lion in his arms and subconsciously turned his head to look.
 At this sight, he froze immediately.
 He saw a huge head emerging from the bushes not far away from his sight. Then, thick limbs walked forward slowly, taking arrogant and coercive steps, and the huge torso was also exposed. come out.
 Garlan was completely petrified and did not dare to move.
 A muscular brown male lion stood in front of him, looking down at him, with a long golden mane fluttering in the wind, and piercing eyes like coals that would make one's legs weak just by looking at him. , the fierce light is frightening.
 Oh my god, the parents are here to find their lost child!
 A certain abductor holding what appeared to be a lost child was shivering.
 I feel like I will be solved by the parent who comes over in a matter of minutes.
 Garlan stood stiffly on the spot, not daring to move, and let out a tragic scream in his mind.
 Daddy, daddy, lion daddy!
 Let me tell you, it was actually your child who moved the claws first, do you believe it or not?
 Regardless of whether you believe it or not, even if you say it, the lion will definitely not understand what people say.
 The mighty and strong lion, which was a full head taller than the child, looked down at the little child in front of him. The huge head lowered slightly, and its big eyes stared at the little child holding its own cub.
 In that posture, as long as he opens his big mouth, he can easily bite off the baby's entire little head.
 It tastes like human flesh, crunchy and crunchy.
 Garlan's mind went blank.
 It's over, it's over, he died before he left the army. This time he didn't die in the hands of Heimos, but in the mouth of a lion.
 Therefore, it is said that he cannot be the son of destiny at all, he is completely the son of misfortune——
 The little milk lion, who had no idea that his father had come over, lay comfortably in the soft and warm arms of a frightened abductor, turned over, snored, and continued to sleep soundly.
 …………
 A big lion stands proudly, majestic and majestic.
 The little child stood in front of the big lion that could swallow him in one gulp, holding the little lion in his arms and looking at the big lion eagerly.
 This time it's true, weak, pitiful, and helpless.
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 It is said that Garlan, believed to be the child of destiny, returned to his distant past life in order to break the curse that ensured his death upon reaching adulthood. He valiantly battled his arch-enemy, vied for the throne, and sought to save a kingdom on the brink of destruction. However, he was defeated by his arch-enemy four times. Upon being reborn once more, he felt incapable of defeating his nemesis and was determined to escape, yearning for a life of freedom and happiness. 
 Yet, in this lifetime, his former arch-enemy became a loyal follower. Pushed by the people around him, he unwittingly embarked on the treacherous and glorious path to the throne, filled with thorns and honor. A millennium later, the song of the “Wise King” still echoed throughout the land. 
 This story depicts the journey of a reborn youth who, with the support of numerous followers and the protection of his once-enemy-turned-loyal-ally, gradually transformed from a young prince into a wise and noble ruler. 
 The writing in this text is delicate, with an intriguing and captivating plot that maintains a sense of grandeur. It subtly carries the style of ancient European and Eurasian epic legends, with meticulous descriptions of scenes and emotions, creating vivid imagery. Through the words, one can experience the distinct charm of the fantasy Eurasian era. 
 Each character in the story possesses distinct traits, and the interactions between the protagonist and his ally are filled with sweetness and charm.
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 This is a virtual reality online game with One Piece as the world background. The daily adventure (pretend) story of the protagonist Zhao Yu who has obtained the “clone fruit” (which can clone other people’s everything except strength)~~
 ps: A pirate fan fiction novel written by a pseudo-sea fan, I hope you don’t take it too seriously.
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 “Ding, I picked up the broken samurai sword and obtained the supremely fast sword Yunya.” 
 “Ding, I picked up the Kaido Reward Order, and got armed and domineering.” 
 “Ding, I picked up the devil fruit’s stubble core, and gained control of lightning without sequelae.” 
 ………… 
 It’s impossible to beat the Tianlongren to find the big secret treasure. It has nothing to do with me. I just want to pick up trash and maintain my life. 
 This way, I threaten the Four Emperors to throw trash and force the Three Generals to make trash. The porter looks at the scared Denon 
 “Actually, I have nothing malicious, I just want to pick up some rubbish.” 
 Follow Nighteye and be the clean king of One Piece world together!
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 Qin Xiaotian transmigrated into the body of a five year old orphan of another world, in the Nine States Continent. 
 After obtaining the Invincible Devouring System, he can devour and learn anything. With his teeth, that are harder than everything, there’s nothing that he can’t consume. With the help of the system, he learned how to cultivate by breathing and how to train his body after biting stone with his cheats. 
 Having such cheats, Qin Xiaotian tries to dominate the universe and become the invincible… brat.
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 What are you going to do when you pass through another world?
 Yalin(MC): Perhaps, many of those seniors who passed through another world would like to use violence to solve their problems, but I like to control the fate of a country with economics and races with faith, I use benefits to instigate others so that I profit, and even making them take risk for me without them even knowing. In each country the highest is the king and behind the king is a string that is attach to my hand, for I am their puppeteer.
 Yalin(MC): Certainly the credit does not only belong to me, I must give my thanks to the great knights and their leader Zero(Code Geass). The supreme master of blood, the moon princess(Tsukihime), the black and white princess, and also my ‘good friend’ called by his title the ‘God’s left eye’, president of the neutral autonomous city. Finally I must give thanks to my loyal and competent subordinates!
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 The world regained consciousness.
 It was surprised to find ‘little animals’ doing a lot of ‘unauthorised’ things on its body.
 At midnight, in the year of 2018, a voice appeared in the minds of all citizens: “Hello, parasites.”
 A reaper gong, who doesn’t like to talk and strikes once to hit ten VS a fake white lotus and river god shou, who pits to kill.
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 “The Heavenly Dragon Dao Sect is one of the eight supreme sects of the Jiu Yaoxing. This seat is even the Heavenly Dragon Dao Sect Daozi. You have offended this seat. As long as this seat gives an order, the sword fairy is like a cloud…” 
 “boom!” 
 Qin Linye hit Jiu Yaoxing across the air. 
 The power contained in fist strength penetrates the atmosphere, like a dense star with a diameter of tens of kilometers hitting the ground at a speed of more than 1,000 kilometers per second. 
 The earth melted and the star core shattered. 
 The waves swept by flames and magma continued to spread in all directions at supersonic speeds. The mountains, rivers, and forests on the surface of the earth’s crust were completely stripped off, and the dust and rocks thrown up by the impact flew directly into the atmosphere, and in the next moment… 
 Click. 
 The destructive force penetrated the stars, swept across the starry sky, and disappeared into the endless depths. 
 The planet shattered and exploded! 
 Smash! 
 Like a firework shining in the sea of stars. 
 “What did you just say, where is the sword fairy under the cloud? I don’t seem to hear clearly.” 
 Qin Linye raised his fist and looked at the Daozi of Heavenly Dragon Dao Sect.
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 Do you believe? 
 A person’s life is doomed from the moment your character is formed. Although there will be many opportunities and choices in life, when you face these opportunities and choices, your character and cognition are already doomed. Choose, as a doomed loser, are you willing to reshape your life from now on? 
 Life simulator, change the future, change your life, you deserve it. 
 Outside the city of Luoyang, Lu Bu sat on the Red Rabbit Horse and followed the team on the spacious post road. The nightmare-like information came back in his mind, and the sound of beating was constantly lingering in his ears, not much, but But you kept saying that, like mosquitoes and flies in summer, they kept flashing in your ears, and you couldn’t kill them, which made Lu Bu annoyed.
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 This novel is also known as I Am Really Not The Son of Providence
 Qingyue Fairy: I once traveled three thousand miles with my brother to the west, and won the golden sun and moon in the Kunlun secret realm!
 Linglong Emperor Ji: I once accompanied my brother to the East Sea Emperor’s Burial Valley and accepted the inheritance of Emperor Dan!
 After the Undead Phoenix: Ha ha, a group of chicks! Do you know how he got his indelible body?
 …
 Through the Xiuxian Realm, Shen Tian found that he could see the luck and chance of other people around him.
 With the idea of rubbing the protagonist’s protagonist halo, Shen Tian began to make friends with those lucky children.
 …
 Later, everyone gradually discovered: No matter who it is, as long as you experience it with Shen Tian, you will inevitably encounter great opportunities, without exception!
 Since that day, Shen Tian has become the most popular mascot in Xiuxian Realm.
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 It was possibly history’s most pathetic passing through. 
 ——Lin Wei transmigrated from modern times to another world, but his existing self had turned into a summon beast! 
 His life would usually be in a bizarre summon beast world, then suddenly summoned by his beautiful woman master to go fight. 
 In order to restore his human body and pick up his beautiful woman master, he upgrades himself with great effort!
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 Resurrection of spiritual energy, high martial arts world. A girl who claims to be from the future finds Mo Fan. 
 Mo Fan: “Do you know me in the future? Then I will become famous in the future, the martial arts will be unparalleled, and I will be invincible…
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 The second round of the game will now begin, with this round adopting the Werewolf Game White Wolf King’s version of the game rules!
 Player No. 5, Shen Mu, your identity today is the “guard”!
 Once the sky darkens, please close your eyes…
 Guard, please open your eyes, who is the player that you wish to guard today?
 Shen Mu: Of course it’s my little cutie No. 10!
 System warning! You cannot choose the same player to guard for two consecutive nights!
 White Wolf King: …blast out this No. 5 affectionate love dog!
 The third year amnesiac uni-student, Shen Mu, was drawn into a surreal game by an unknown force——the Suspended Life Game. Only the winner could return to the real world, and their original life, while the loser will be erased for eternity!
 In the first round of the preliminary game, Shen Mu (indifferently) discovered that he was the only one of the 12 players who had amnesia (crit hitx1), not only did he draw the most troublesome killer role(crit hitx2), but he was also assigned on a team with a mentally confused foolish (little sweetie) teammate and a little girl who was still in elementary school (crit hitx3).
 Yet after the preliminary game, how would the subsequent real “official game” be different, what type of crisis would it conceal?
 Since the past is completely blank, life and death was uncertain for the future, then he must enjoy his current life and battle on!
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 When the peerless quasi-emperor enlightened the Dao Emperor, he was ambushed by the powerful and died. Because of a secret treasure, he brought his true spirit and turned around. After fourteen years of dream, he finally found himself back.
 The glorious past is now in the past, and now I am back. I will take back what belongs to me.
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