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 "Because the monster isn't dead."
 These ominous words hung in the silence. Three pairs of eyes widened, staring right at Sunny.
 "Why do you say that?"
 After thinking about it, Sunny came to the conclusion that the tyrant was, indeed, still alive. His reasoning was pretty straightforward: he did not hear the Spell congratulating him on slaying the creature after it fell off the cliff. Which meant that it was not slain.
 But he couldn't explain that to his companions.
 He pointed up.
 "The monster jumped from an incredible height to land on this platform. Yet it wasn't harmed at all. Why would it be killed by falling off the platform?"
 Neither Hero nor the slaves could find a flaw in his argument.
 Sunny continued.
 "Which means that it's still alive, somewhere down the mountain. So by going back, we will be delivering ourselves into its maw."
 Shifty cursed loudly and crawled closer to the bonfire, staring into the darkness with terror in his eyes. Scholar rubbed his temples, mumbling:
 "Of course. Why didn't I realize myself?"
 Hero was the most stoic of the three. After thinking it over, he nodded.
 "Then we go up and over the mountain pass. But that's not all…"
 He glanced in the direction where the tyrant had fallen.
 "If the monster is still alive, there is a high possibility that it will return here, and then pursue us. Which means that time is of the essence. We will need to move as soon as the sun rises."
 He gestured to the torn bodies littering the platform.
 "We can't allow ourselves to rest the whole night anymore. We need to gather supplies now. If there was a chance, I would have liked to give these people at least a humble burial after gathering all that we can from then, but alas, fate has decided otherwise."
 Hero rose to his feet and brandished a sharp knife. Shifty tensed up and watched the blade carefully, but then relaxed, seeing that the young soldier showed no sign of aggression.
 "Food, water, warm clothes, firewood. That is what we need to find. Let us split up and accomplish one task each."
 Then he pointed at himself with the tip of the knife.
 "I will carve the oxen carcasses to get us some meat."
 Scholar looked around the stone platform — most of it drowning in deep shadows — and grimaced.
 "I'll look for firewood."
 Shifty also glanced left and right, with a strange gleam in his eyes.
 "Then I'll go find us something warm to wear."
 Sunny was the last one left. Hero gave him a long look.
 "Most of our water was stored on the wagon. But each of my fallen brothers was carrying a flagon. Gather as many as you can find."
 ***
 Sometime later, far enough from the bonfire to be hidden in the shadows, Sunny was looking for dead soldiers with half a dozen flagons already weighing him down. Shivering in the cold, he finally stumbled on the last broken body clad in leather armor.
 The old veteran — the one who had whipped him for trying to accept Hero's flask — was badly injured and dying, but, miraculously, still clinging to life. Horrible wounds were covering his chest and stomach, and he was clearly in a lot of pain.
 His time was running out.
 Sunny knelt beside the dying soldier and looked him over, searching for the man's flagon.
 'What irony,' he thought.
 The older man tried to focus his eyes on Sunny and weakly moved his hand, reaching for something. Sunny looked down and noticed a shattered sword lying on the ground not far from them. Curious, he picked it up.
 "Are you looking for this? Why? Are you guys like Vikings, longing to die with a weapon in your hands?"
 The dying soldier didn't answer, watching the young slave with some unknown, intense emotion in his eyes.
 Sunny sighed.
 "Well, it might as well do. After all, I promised to watch you die."
 With that, he leaned forward and slit the old man's throat with the sharp edge of his broken blade, then threw it away. The soldier twitched, drowning in his own blood. The expression in his eyes changed — was it gratitude? Or hatred? Sunny did not know.
 Illusion or not, it was his first time killing a human. Sunny expected to feel guilt or fear, but actually, there was nothing at all. It seemed that, for better or worse, his cruel upbringing in the real world had prepared him for this moment well.
 He sat quietly near the old man, keeping him company on this last journey.
 After a while, the Spell's voice came whispering into his ear:
 [You have slain a dormant human, name unknown.]
 Sunny flinched.
 'Oh, right. Killing people is also an achievement, as far as the Spell is concerned. They don't usually show this in webtoons and dramas.'
 He registered that fact and put it away. But, as it turned out, the Spell wasn't done speaking.
 [You have received a Memory…]
 Sunny froze, opening his eyes wide.
 'Yes! Come on, give me something good!'
 Memories could be anything, from weapons to enchanted items. One received from a dormant-rank enemy wouldn't be too powerful, but it was still a boon: weightless and undetectable, able to be summoned from nothingness with a simple thought, a Memory was incredibly useful. What's more, unlike corporeal things, he would be able to bring it back with him to the real world. The advantage of having something like that back in the outskirts was hard to overestimate.
 'A weapon! Give me a sword!'
 [... received a Memory: Silver Bell.]
 Sunny sighed, disappointed.
 'Well, with my luck, what was I expecting?'
 Still, this thing was worth investigating. Maybe it had a powerful enchantment, like being able to send out destructive sonic waves or repelling incoming projectiles.
 Sunny summoned the runes and concentrated on the words "Silver Bell". Immediately, an image of a small bell appeared in front of his eyes, with a short string of text below.
 [Silver Bell: a small memento of a long-lost home, which once brought its owner comfort and joy. Its clear ringing can be heard from miles away.]
 'What a piece of crap,' Sunny thought, dejected.
 His first Memory turned out to be pretty much useless… like everything else he possessed. He was almost starting to see a theme in how the Spell was treating him.
 'No matter.'
 Sunny dismissed the runes and then got busy removing the dead man's fur cloak and warm, sturdy leather boots. As an officer, the quality of these clothes was a notch above those of the simple soldiers. After putting them on, the young slave finally felt warm for the first time since the Nightmare began — not considering the short time he had spent near the bonfire.
 'Perfect,' he thought.
 The cloak was a bit bloodied, but then again, so was Sunny.
 He looked around, easily piercing the veil of darkness with his tenebrous eyes. Hero and Scholar were still in the middle of their tasks. Shifty was supposed to be looking for winter clothes, but was greedily pulling rings off the dead men's fingers instead. Unseen to them, Sunny hesitated, considering if he had really thought things through well.
 His companions were unreliable. The future was too uncertain. Even the requirements of passing the Nightmare remained a mystery. Any decision he could make would have been a gamble, at best.
 Still, he had to make some if he wanted to survive.
 Not wasting any more time thinking, Sunny picked up the flagons and sighed.
 ***
 They spent the rest of the night seating with their backs against the bonfire, staring fearfully into the night. Despite the exhaustion, no one could sleep. The possibility of the tyrant coming back to finish the four survivors off was too frightening.
 Only Hero seemed to be fine, calmly sharpening his sword in the bright light of the dancing flames.
 The sound of the whetstone scraping against the blade was somehow comforting.
 At the break of dawn, when the sun had lazily begun to warm up the air, they loaded themselves with all the supplies they'd managed to gather and set out into the cold.
 Sunny looked back, taking in the sight of the stone platform for the last time. He had managed to get past the place where the slave caravan was supposed to perish. What was going to happen next? No one could tell.
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 Growing up in poverty, Sunny never expected anything good from life. However, even he did not anticipate being chosen by the Nightmare Spell and becoming one of the Awakened – an elite group of people gifted with supernatural powers. Transported into a ruined magical world, he found himself facing against terrible monsters – and other Awakened – in a deadly battle of survival.
 What's worse, the divine power he received happened to possess a small, but potentially fatal side effect…
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 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 slaves! Kill!
 Teaching women how to make clothes and cook? Making soap and perfume for them? ****, 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 slaves to bring back. Impossible? Kill!
 Yan Mo, “……”
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 When the last prodigy level esper on Earth disappeared, Earth was in deep trouble of becoming another species’ colony. The ordinary Han, with his intelligence and hardworking character, was able to make a fortune after “accidentally” stepping into the world of dark net, later purchasing an esper power crystal that brought him the ultimate power that changed the fate of the universe.
 Dark net is a subset of the Deep Web that is not only not indexed by traditional search engines, but that also requires special tools like specific proxy or authentication to gain access. Dark net is not restricted by any law or morals, so the dark net market has everything that is prohibited by the law. Drugs, slaves, firearms, uranium, bioweapons, rare animals, human testing, assassination, and the list goes on. During the year of 2075 on Earth, Han Lang logged into the largest hyperspace dark net market, and our story begins.
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 After Lü Bu was hung by Cao Cao at White Gate Tower, he travelled to the end of the Qin dynasty. By chance, he was thrown into the camp of the Hegemon-King of Western Chu and helped him conquer north and south, compete for power, and unify the Central Plains. 
 –Lü Bu was disappointed to discover that although his death was laughable, compared to this person, he could still be regarded as someone sensible.
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 In a world filled with abilities and superpowers, Moby Kane, a 16-year-old boy, is an orphan who is living his life with a little too much optimism, trying his best to get by.
 Due to him having no ability, he had been bullied and tortured every day. However, for some odd reason, he never complained and always stayed happy no matter what. It was almost unnatural.
 On one cruel day of immense pain, he realized that the world is a brutal, unforgiving place, making him regain his lost senses.
 In his moment of desperation, a miracle happened.
 [ You have unlocked the Demon System ]
 Now that Moby has the power to change his cruel destiny, how will he use it to get back at the world that wronged him on the road to becoming the demon lord...
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 IMPORTANT MESSAGE TO NEW READERS! PLEASE READ!
 My first few chapters' writing quality is very bad and lackluster but gets much better as the novel progresses!
 Also, the first 5 chaps are kinda similar to vamp system but the story and settings differentiate after that into their own thing past that point! Hope you stick around! :)
 Quick note! many people in the world are cruel and almost psychotic but there is a good narrative reason for that, it will be explained later on in the novel I promise! :D
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 Liu Ming, since he was young, lived in a savage prison named Savage Island where the prisoners aren’t controlled by any guard or security. When the island sinks due to “mysterious” events, only a handful of people survive – those survivors are then pursued by the government.
 On the other hand at another place two practitioners are worrying about what will happen to them because the young master that they were supposed to protect had died.
 Their young master looks nearly like our MC 
 What will happen?
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 With a breath left, Hope is immortal.
 Possessing Martial God bloodline, shouldering great responsibility,
 carrying the clan’s enmity, with his dreams, Wang Chen treads on the
 Martial path.
 Killing enemies, searching for the Martial Dao, his name moves the
 whole world. Leading the clan, leading the declining sect, he begins
 his journey, welcoming challenge after challenges.
 The path to his aspirations is full of difficulties and endless slaughters.
 Let us see how he overcomes his challenges. With the Martial God
 bloodline, the sovereign descends the world! With Supreme body,
 reaching for the Heaven!
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 What would happen, if one day fantasy collides with reality?
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 Lin Qi transmigrates to a world of immortals. In this world, there are sword immortals who can behead a person from a thousand miles away, peerless great demons who burn mountains and boil the seas, and ancient gods and devils who can divine the heavenly secrets.
 As a disciple in charge of miscellaneous chores in the Skysword Sect, Lin Qi doesn't have any cultivation talent. A hundred years had passed in a flash, and seeing that he has nothing to do with such a great world, Lin Qi is incomparably depressed. Just as he is about to die of old age, he suddenly awakens a cultivation system.
 Unlocked One-Click Cultivation System: Limitless cultivation speed boost, one major realm per second!
 Unlocked One-Click Technique Practicing System: Cultivation technique instantly maxed out. Cultivate 10,000 techniques at the same time!
 Unlocked One-Click Clone System: 100% of the actual body's strength. Can self-destruct, can teleport, can fuse!
 As a result, Lin Qi begins to cultivate again with his hundred-year-old body, becoming invincible under the heavens.
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 I know Nine Suns, but I am really not a master! 
 I can drop the eighteen palms of the dragon, but I am really not a master! 
 I will move things a lot, but I am really not a master! 
 But I’m really not a master! 
 High school student Bai Lin was reborn in another world, playing with the system to dominate the martial arts, but the first exercise the system gave was: Sunflower Collection? ? ? 
 Nima, should you become a eunuch before becoming a master of martial arts?
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 Zhang Xiao Qiang is a nobody in this apocalyptic world with danger lurking everywhere, he is forced to wander around and learn the rules and principles to survive. Over the course of time, Zhang Xiao Qiang’s character and laziness slowly wore away from the experiences he faces. Zhang Xiao Qiang becomes more resilient, of course also gaining power whilst watching the lunatics of the apocalypse trampling on everything they could trample on. Zhang Xiao Qiang always maintained a bit of conscience in him. He never had the thoughts of being a hero, yet he doesn’t mind sharing bread from his plate. Zhang Xiao Qiang will continue to live in the cracks of the apocalyptic world until the crack can no longer hold him.
 Some places have gruesome descriptions, so enter with caution!!! Zhang Xiao Qiang motto is: “Don’t talk to me about human rights, Don’t talk to me about the laws, Don’t talk to me about favors!”
 TL note: ‘Xiao Qiang’ is slang for ‘cockroach’ but is also the name of the main character.
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 This is the story of Long Yi, who was killed because he took revenge for the girl he loved. Before he dies, a strange lightning carries his soul into a different realm. How will he live, when the first thing he noticed upon arrival is that, the man whose body he possessed is raping the country’s princess?
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 Su Qin traveled to the big world where warriors were rampant, where the Meng Yuan Guoshi was overwhelming the world, the descendants of Nine Suns fisted the mountains and rivers, and the little Li Fei smashed the void. 
 Because Su Qin had no martial arts qualifications, he could only become a sweeping monk in the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion of Shaolin Temple. At this time, the sign-in system was activated. 
 Sign in in front of the Buddha’s golden body and get [Tathagata Palm]. 
 Sign in in front of the Arhat Hall and get the [King Kong is not bad magic]. 
 Sign in at the back mountain of Shaolin Temple and get [Devil Buddha Golden Body]. 
 … 
 There are treasures everywhere in Shaolin Temple, and you can sign in everywhere. 
 Su Qin had the idea that he would never leave the mountain without signing in to Shaolin Temple, and he signed in Shaolin Temple for twenty years. 
 Twenty years later, the Shaolin Temple was involved in the battle between Zheng and evil. 
 The demon demon brazenly invaded the Shaolin Temple, all the way to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, fierce and powerful, until they met Su Qin who was sweeping the floor… 
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 PS: This book is invincible… 
 - Description from MTL
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