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 Arran sat in the common room of the Blue Angel, playing a game of stones with one of the girls, a cute brunette with a freckled face.
 "I win again," she said with a giggle.
 He handed her a copper. "Another game?" he asked, and she nodded eagerly. Few of the girls at the Blue Angel would object to earning an easy copper or two.
 The first day he had spent in his room, afraid that being seen would allow the Academy to find him more easily. Caught between fear and boredom, he had spent the day filled with fear and worry, and before long the small room had felt like a prison cell.
 Eventually, boredom had won out over fear, and he had headed down to the common room of the inn.
 The next few days he had spent playing games of stones and cards with the girls. He lost all but a few of the games, but he welcomed the distraction — not having to think about the danger he was in was easily worth a few handfuls of coppers.
 It had been three days since his visit to the Academy, and Master Zhao had still not appeared. Another day, and he would leave.
 He still remembered Master Zhao's thoughts on Arran's chances of escaping alone, and the thought of setting off by himself was not a pleasant one. If the man was right, it would mean he was all but doomed.
 With a sigh, he forced himself to abandon the thought. Worrying now would do him no good.
 "Want another drink?" he asked the brown-haired girl, and she agreed happily.
 He walked over to the bar. "Another ale and a plum wine, please." The barmaid gave him a warm smile as he put down some coppers, then handed him the drinks.
 With no danger of his coin running out, Arran had been generous these past few days, which had quickly won him the friendship of the girls at the Blue Angel — friendship that would last exactly as long as his money did, he thought.
 As he moved to turn around and walk back to his table, he bumped into a large man, half the ale in his mug spilling over the man's shirt.
 Looking up, he instantly sensed trouble.
 The man was a mercenary he had already seen the previous two nights, a mean drunk who had attempted to start several fights with the other patrons. Had the man not been generous with his coin, Arran suspected the bouncer would have thrown him out long ago.
 "Sorry about that," Arran quickly said. "Let me buy you a drink."
 "A drink?" The mercenary's square face twisted in a cruel grin. "You think I'll let you off that easy?"
 Before Arran could respond, the mercenary's fist swung toward him. It was only through sheer luck that he managed to avoid it. If the man hadn't spent most of the afternoon drinking, there was little doubt in Arran's mind that he would have been hit squarely in the face.
 The man stepped forward, and with all his strength, Arran threw a punch at him. He was not much of a fighter, but he would not simply stand there and let the man beat him.
 To his surprise, his fist connected with a loud crunch as it smashed into the mercenary's face. Instantly, blood gushed from the man's nose, and he stumbled back several paces.
 "You bloodless son of a whore!" the mercenary cried out, left hand reaching for his face. "You broke my damn nose! You're gonna pay for this!"
 Arran was shocked to see the mercenary draw his blade, a heavy saber filled with the scars of battle. His own hand immediately shot to the sword at his side, only to find it missing.
 Cursing under his breath, Arran remembered that he had left his sword in his room. He stepped back, fear filling him as the mercenary advanced toward him.
 As the mercenary raised his blade, a bitter smile formed on Arran's lips. With the Academy hunting him, he would die like this, in a bar fight?
 At that moment, a blond man suddenly stepped forward. Arran had not seen him before, and he guessed the man must have entered the inn only moments ago.
 "You dare attack my nephew?!"
 Before the mercenary could react the blond man's hand shot forward, grabbing the arm in which the mercenary held his saber. Then, he twisted his hand, and with a sickening crack the mercenary's arm snapped like a twig.
 As the mercenary's arm fell limply to his side the saber clattered to the ground. He cried out in pain, but the sound was abruptly cut off when the blond man's fist crashed into his head, sending him sprawling across the floor.
 In an instant, the inn went quiet, all eyes drawn toward the blond man who had just beaten the mercenary with such ease. Only the mercenary's groans of pain cut through the silence.
 The blond man walked toward the bar and slapped a handful of silver on the counter. "Ready your best room for me!"
 He turned toward Arran, then spoke loudly, "It's good to see you again, nephew!"
 Arran stared blankly at the blond man in front of him. He had never seen him before in his life. Nor did he have any uncles, for that matter.
 "Who—" he began.
 The man stepped toward Arran. "Give your uncle Derrin a hug!" Before Arran could dodge, the man had grabbed him, pulling him close. "Play along," he hissed into Arran's ear.
 Letting go of Arran, he called out to the barmaid, "Bring me two pints of good ale." After a moment's pause, he added, "And two pretty girls, as well!"
 With that, he grabbed Arran's shoulder and pulled him toward an empty table in the corner of the common room.
 "I take it you've failed to get into the Academy?" he said in a loud voice as they sat down.
 Arran was aghast, but he answered anyway, "I did." He thought Master Zhao must have sent the man, so he followed his lead.
 "Can you believe this little brat ran off to join those damn mages?" the blond man said loudly to two men who were sitting at the table next to them. They laughed awkwardly in response, clearly unwilling to get involved.
 "No more of that magic nonsense for you, lad." The man turned his attention to Arran. "After tonight we'll head back to the caravans. Get you some honest work to do."
 The barmaid arrived, carrying two pints of ale. Behind her followed two girls, uncertain looks on their faces.
 The blond man handed the barmaid a silver coin, then flipped one to each of the girls as well. Immediately their faces brightened.
 "Now then, let's have a drink. We're leaving early in the morning." He pulled one of the girls onto his lap, while the other sat down next to Arran.
 What followed were several hours of pure torture for Arran.
 Speaking as though he wanted the entire inn to hear, his 'uncle' told story after story, half of them embarrassing tales from Arran's childhood.
 That each story was as fake as it was embarrassing did not offer much comfort to Arran, and he felt his face turn red as the two girls laughed at his misfortune.
 A steady drip of coin kept the ale flowing and the girls giggling, and as night fell, the ale took its toll on Arran. At last, he felt as if he was about to fall over.
 Finally, the blond man announced with a loud voice, "That's it, lad! Time to get some sleep. We're leaving at dawn."
 With that, he stood up, handing the girls some more silver before waving them off. They had made more coin that night than they usually earned in a month, and their faces were glowing in delight.
 As the man walked out of the common room and up the stairs Arran stumbled behind him, head abuzz with drink.
 When the man reached the door to his room he took a quick look around, then pulled Arran in with him.
 Once they were inside, the man wordlessly reached forward with his hand and put two fingers against Arran's forehead. Before Arran could react, a jolt of pain ran through his body, and his vision went blurry.
 When the pain subsided a few moments later, he suddenly found himself completely sober.
 "Sorry about that," the man said, sounding not the least bit sorry. "Best you be sober for what comes next."
 "Who the hell are you?!" Arran finally blurted out.
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 When Arran decides to become a mage, he quickly discovers that magic can be more dangerous than he had ever imagined. Soon, he finds himself hunted for powers he never knew he had.
 Helped by a mysterious mage with secret motives, he sets off on a journey to escape his enemies. But where will he run? And can he trust his helper?
 Pursued by mages and monsters alike, he knows there is only one true road to safety: to become stronger than his enemies!
 ———
 Paragon of Destruction is classic fantasy with strong xianxia/xuanhuan influences, lots of action, and a variety of characters from different backgrounds.
 Release schedule: 1 chapter/day.
 Content advisory: strong violence, strong language, and some sexual content.
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 Mike looked at the white marble grave in front of him, stroking the elderberry wand in his hand. 
 After a while, Mike raised his head blankly and said: 
 “let’s start!” 
 I saw a group of wizards standing neatly behind Mike. All the wizards were wearing white robes. They all showed excitement when they heard Mike’s order, and they all began to release their apparitions and turned into twisted figures to disappear. 
 Only Mike stood alone in front of Dumbledore’s grave, stroking the elder wand in his hand. 
 “You know, how can a mudblood like me succeed without being tricky? All for the greater good.”
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 For three years, Finn Taylor is utterly humiliated. He has endured everything from physical beatings to verbal abuse. For three long years, he has gone by only one identity—the useless matrilocal son-in-law of the Larson family. But this life as he knows it is about to be turned upside-down as he reclaims his position as the head of Peregrine Hall.
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 This is a world with magical and extraordinary powers. 
 The elves born in the dishes, the competition between deliciousness and power, the journey under the starlight, the challenge of being held together by bonds... 
 A young man comes to this world full of courage and dreams with the memory of a top-notch chef in his previous life. 
 "O delicious food that hides magical power, show your true power in front of me! I order you in the name of your imperial chef Qin Lang - the food spirit is born!" 
 "...Eh? Why didn't you respond?!"
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 The handsome Emperor falls in love with a Knightess! Knightess Poliana loses to the Acreian Army and despite her struggles to survive in a male infested military, she is now about to die. But then, the young king of Acreia sees her efforts and tells her: "I have a dream, I wish to conquer the world and become an Emperor, would you like to join me?"
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 Zac was alone in the middle of the forest when the world changed.
 The whole planet was introduced to the multiverse by an unfeeling System... or God. A universe where an endless number of races and civilizations fought for power and dominion. Zac finds himself stuck in the wilderness surrounded by deadly beasts, demons, and worse. Alone, lost and without answers, he must find the means to survive and get stronger in this new cut-throat reality.
 With only a hatchet for his weapon, he'll have to seek out his family before the world collapses... or die trying.
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 Su Chen is a small anchor.
 When I heard that Tianlong opened the nostalgic server, I was very excited.
 This game is his youth, with his countless fond memories.
 Back then, there were brothers, friends, lovers, and lifelong enemies.
 When everyone was not optimistic about this nostalgic suit, he was determined to return to that youth.
 Su Chen, who entered the game, got a mysterious kit, which can be opened every 10 levels.
 When the level reaches lv10, you can get 10,000 yuan, click on a squirrel egg, and you can get a top-quality baby squirrel.
 When the level reaches lv20, you can get 20,000 yuan, and the handmade equipment made of level 3 Mithril must be 8 stars (once).
 ...
 When the level reaches lv80, you can get 1.28 million, and you can get the light of the heavy building by killing Shuangying.
 As more and more rewards were obtained, Su Chen built a super 7-level number.
 Become the strongest player in the nostalgic area.
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 “YGGDRASIL” has been circulating such a legend:
 
 The black wings swallowed the clear sky, and the thunderbolt pierced the dawn.
 
 The light of Gran Rey Cero shines, and the eyes of emerald are degenerate and decayed.
 
 The demon crawling out of the large underground tomb of Nazarick.
 
 The black-winged demon came to the world, no one can stop it, and there is no way to escape.
 
 Only, death.
 
 …
 
 This is a story of a young man who has never seen an overlord travel through another world, fighting with the air with the bone king.
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 Jiang Xuan transmigrate into the fantasy world. He is the ninth Saint Child of the Great Evolution Sacred Land and the young patriarch of the Jiang family in the Northern Territory. He has a noble status and terrifying talent.
 At the same time, supporting systems will follow.
 [Choice 1: Kill the heroine of destiny, plunder destiny luck, become an unparalleled villain, additional reward: understanding that defies heaven]
 [Choice 2: Preach as a teacher, start the journey of the great master of destiny, prove eternity, additional reward: enlightenment that defies heaven]
 "I beg you, senior brother, to accept me as your disciple. Qing'er will never let you down!"
 Looking at the sincere attitude of the destiny heroine, she also added the meaning of the beautiful master.
 Well, Destiny Great Master seems to be pretty good too.
 But with the rewards from the system, Jiang Xuan did not expect that his painting style would gradually change.
 "Senior brother's understanding is too terrifying, I must grasp it."
 "With senior brother here, who says that the Supreme Bone cannot be regenerated after being dug?"
 "Senior brother, you have become an Immortal Emperor??"
 A few years later, a foreign land came, and the beautiful master...
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 Opening his eyes, Qiao Sang found that he was dressed as a junior high school student. 
 Then came a mock test. 
 Is she afraid of 985 graduation? 
 She was afraid... 
 What is the test for? 
 What is the name of the final evolved form of the Stinky Loach? 
 What planets have humans colonized? 
 … 
 … 
 Welcome to the world of beast control.
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 "There are nine categories of art, and I will recreate them all before you." 
 "My name is the God of Fiction, and I control all the dreams in this universe... Now choose from the nine arts." 
 "If you choose literature, you are not allowed to rush for updates." 
 “Choose music and you will be addicted to it.” 
 "Choose painting and you will go crazy." 
 "Choose sculpture and you will become as handsome as the sculpture." 
 "...." 
 "Choose a game...Oh my friend, do you need to recharge? Once you recharge, you will be happy for seven days!"
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 An inexplicable energy invaded the blue star. 
 Subtly changed the body structure of all creatures, making them all have unexpected changes. 
 While all creatures are still groping for the way forward. 
 Su Ming, who has mastered the evolutionary route, is already ahead of them. 
 [Known evolutionary route] 
 1. Flame Lance Wolf 
 2. Frost Nair Wolf 
 3. Storm Thunder Wolf 
 Looking at the three evolutionary routes on the panel, Su Ming fell into contemplation.
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 [Doomsday zombies + fishing in the sky + system + superpowers + many women + decisive killing] 
  The apocalypse is coming and zombies are rampant. 
  Ye Feng returns from rebirth, binds the system, and fishes in the heavens! 
   【Congratulations to the host for successfully fishing and obtaining the mythical power: Chaos God Thunder! 】 
   【Congratulations to the host for successfully fishing and obtaining the legendary skill: storage space! 】 
  … 
 From then on, Ye Feng has unlimited skills, explosive combat power, crazy supplies, a goddess in his arms, and defeats all those who refuse to accept... 
  Looking back again, Ye Feng has already reached the end of the world and is full of goddesses.
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