Thump. Thump.
As the rules of the Gods' Arena officially took effect...
The Drukhari who had been using their anti-grav units plummeted to the ground like broken dolls.
The rising dust forced Vect, Malys, and the others to cover their mouths and noses.
In the vast arena, on the northern clearing, a clone of the Ancient One appeared slowly, dressed in a mysterious yellow mage robe and sporting a shiny bald head.
She brought her right hand to her chest and...
2025-07-11 19:47:05 +0000 UTC
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(Dimensional Demon God Kei, you are hereby designated to participate in the Arena of the Gods. The current mode is the "Ten-Thousand-Man True Combat Mode." In True Mode, death is permanent. Other rules will be determined by the Dimensional Demon God.)
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Inside the duel arena, a cold, synthetic electronic voice echoed in everyone's mind. Even those worn, bluish xenos beings were not spared.
Under the brutal assault of Hrud Leader Sheergath and Kroot War Sha...
2025-07-11 19:46:32 +0000 UTC
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After settling his horse and quickly organizing his inventory, Garrett immediately rushed to the warehouse to gather materials, then hurried to the industrial district to begin constructing various equipment.
First came the Dwarven Master Forge. The structure was nearly as large as the adjacent smithy building. It required considerable effort and substantial iron before Garrett finally completed its construction.
Next were various dwarven workstations and anvils of different sizes...
2025-07-11 01:45:33 +0000 UTC
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Perhaps it wouldn't be long before Thorin departed for the lands of Men, but likely not just yet.
At this time, he harbored only one obsession: to reclaim Erebor. Ever since he inherited the title of King under the Mountain from the line of Durin, the desire to retake his homeland had grown stronger, consuming his thoughts day and night.
That said, aside from his burden of grief, he remained quite composed. He possessed all the dignity and skills that a rightful king should have.<...
2025-07-11 01:44:37 +0000 UTC
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"Well, that's actually a way to make money."
Garrett mused to himself as he examined the five diamonds in his hand.
The diamonds synthesized through his crafting abilities weren't just large in size, they were also of premium quality. Regardless of the original grade, the synthesized result was always of the highest standard.
Collect inferior diamonds, synthesize them, then sell the results. This was practically guaranteed profit.
But such a scheme couldn't be repeated...
2025-07-11 01:44:12 +0000 UTC
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"This works too?"
Seeing the sudden notification about reputation increase, Garrett leaned back in surprise.
Who would have thought, dwarves truly lived up to their reputation for appreciating a good drinking contest.
Still, this gave him new ideas about building relationships.
Apparently, increasing reputation didn't necessarily require combat. Just as he was contemplating this, he felt his vision beginning to sway unsteadily.
Oh no, the aftereffects were settin...
2025-07-11 01:43:46 +0000 UTC
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To be honest, the journey up to this point hadn't been easy. Since he truly had no idea where the main road was, Garrett had been navigating through forests and mountainous terrain based only on vague memories and general direction, cutting straight across the wilderness in the most direct path possible.
It was the literal definition of "taking the hard way."
Some areas were so treacherous that even his superior mount nearly failed to make the leaps.
At this very moment, fin...
2025-07-11 01:43:20 +0000 UTC
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To be fair, Bilbo wasn't wrong.
A great deal had indeed transpired over the past few months, Garrett had personally slain over a hundred orcs.
He had successfully transformed from a complete novice who knew nothing into a seasoned warrior who could fight calmly in various situations. Although he hadn't participated in any large-scale battles, he had taken part in plenty of skirmishes and ambushes.
After many brutal encounters, his entire bearing had quietly undergone a trans...
2025-07-11 01:42:52 +0000 UTC
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"She's doing everything she can to stop me from learning the truth about the real world."
Caitlyn sighed. Compared to most people who spent all their time cooped up in laboratories, she had seen more of the outside world. Her exceptional investigative instincts gave her a subtle sense that Piltover was hiding something shockingly dark.
The cases that crossed her desk, the reports that mysteriously disappeared, the testimonies that were suddenly "unavailable," likely systematic cov...
2025-07-10 19:23:52 +0000 UTC
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---Third POV---
Orochimaru glanced at the headless body beside him, then at the severed head on the ground that was still crying uncontrollably.
He excitedly walked over and picked up the head, carefully examining its structure. At this point, Kura also realized something strange, though it was hard to believe, it seemed like he wasn't actually dead?
Could it be that my ancestors were powerful, and I have some undiscovered bloodline limit?
Before he could ...
2025-07-10 19:23:01 +0000 UTC
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Also, this kind of thing can't be done by me, after all, I'm supposed to be the righteous and honorable character. It has to be handed over to Danzō to handle.
Once he had the idea, Hiruzen shared his suspicion that all of the Root ninjas had been wiped out.
Danzō was so angry he was grinding his teeth. If Hiruzen hated Shin, then how could Danzō not hate him too?
"This time Root suffered heavy losses to support your plan. Don't you have anything to say about tha...
2025-07-10 19:22:00 +0000 UTC
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Ever since Suna had adopted a brand-new elite training policy for its ninja, the village's overall strength had shown signs of decline.
This so-called "elite route" referred to concentrating resources on nurturing ninjas who had demonstrated talent from a young age. As for those who hadn't shown any obvious talent, they either gave up the path of a ninja and returned to civilian life… Or they were left to fend for themselves, because the village would not invest any resources in them....
2025-07-10 19:21:29 +0000 UTC
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Masashi was a man of his word. When he said he was going to visit a friend, he really did go visit a friend. He wasn't lying, he genuinely had a few close friends in the Hyūga clan.
He hung out with his old pals, relied on his solid bartending skills and abundant stash of dirty jokes, and since everyone knew he was here to help treat Hanabi's condition, it only brought them closer. As a result, he blended right into the Hyūga clan's chat circle as usual. To outsiders, the Hyūga clan ...
2025-07-10 19:20:32 +0000 UTC
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---Viktor's POV---
In those decades during the Age of Gods, I had learned quite a lot of valuable things.
I even reached the level of Archmage! Why would I abandon all of that?
With a rookie brain from another world, facing a church that was about to go all out to hunt me down?
I probably wouldn't survive even a year!
I lifted my head at a relaxed angle.
"If you manage to possess me successfully, just go to any crowded town, and you'll hear the little stori...
2025-07-10 19:19:35 +0000 UTC
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The LED screen's blue light cast shifting shadows across the three men's faces. Hiruzen's pipe glowed faintly in the dark as he gazed at the 3D model of Ame on the screen, slowly exhaling a smoke ring.
"Your plan isn't bad. Guarding against the enemy is no solution. Rather..."
"Strike at the root," Shikaku continued, manipulating the screen, which instantly split into two displays: the left showed the bustling streets of Konoha, while the right revealed the steel jungle of rain-dr...
2025-07-10 19:16:22 +0000 UTC
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"What's going on?"
Yvraine appeared composed, showing no trace of emotion on her elegant features.
"The Hrud Collective Leader and the Kroot War Shaper have equipped Warp Apertures and are attacking the Steel Legion's Grand Bastion. Unknown xenos have forcibly transformed Terra's wildlife into members of their race and are rapidly approaching the Imperial sector."
Taldeer quickly explained the current situation, her eyes full of curiosity, yet constantly flickering between t...
2025-07-10 19:14:52 +0000 UTC
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Kei used the power of the Labyrinthian Circuit to simulate the usage of the concept of decay in his mind for a while. Then, he looked back at the system interface. Among the traits he had activated, only two remained: [Divine Entertainment Competition], [The Strong Don't Die by the Knife].
He had two opportunities to upgrade traits, so naturally, he used them on these two.
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[Divine Entertainment Competition (Red) into Arena of the Gods (Gold)]
2025-07-10 19:10:07 +0000 UTC
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Children of Abhoth?
When Moryō's mind processed that name, he couldn't help but repeat it once again. But then, his thoughts quickly caught up.
The new body he was controlling was called the Child of Abhoth. So then, what was Abhoth?
At that moment, a sudden flash of insight, or perhaps a wordless dialogue, flooded his soul with more information.
Abhoth, the Source of Uncleanliness, is the creator of all abnormal, grotesque, and malformed bei...
2025-07-10 02:41:21 +0000 UTC
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As soon as Garrett mounted the 14-speed horse, he immediately felt the difference. The scenery on both sides began to blur past more quickly, and the wind against his face was noticeably stronger. The sensation of speed was far more exhilarating.
He was growing increasingly eager to experience a full gallop.
At this moment, he rode while studying his map.
First destination: Bree.
The distance from his stronghold to Bree was roughly the same as to Rivendell, but the roa...
2025-07-10 02:36:49 +0000 UTC
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Actually, Garrett had always harbored an idea about the materials for a brewing stand.
Balrogs.
Blaze rods were always wreathed in flame, and so were Balrogs, so perhaps the materials dropped by such creatures could serve the same purpose...
Obsidian, diamonds, molten rock, Balrogs...
Where could one possibly find all these things in one place?
The Dwarves.
In dwarven territories, such materials would certainly not be in short supply.
Whether it was t...
2025-07-10 02:36:19 +0000 UTC
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The straight-line distance from Rivendell to Garrett's stronghold was approximately fifty leagues, roughly two hundred and forty kilometers.
With him traveling day and night at full speed without rest, it actually didn't take overly long to cover such distance. He departed Rivendell in the morning, and by the time night had barely begun to fall the following day, he had already reached the vicinity of his stronghold.
In theory, if there were no obstacles and he could travel in a d...
2025-07-10 02:35:52 +0000 UTC
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That night, a sizable orc war-band set out from the Misty Mountains, bypassed Rivendell, and crossed through the Trollshaws, charging toward the desolate wilderness beyond.
Wherever they passed, birds scattered and beasts fled in terror.
At that time, Garrett was still in Rivendell. Due to the cover of the forest, the elven scouts watching the borders only noticed that another war-band had been dispatched from the mountains. But once that force entered the Trollshaws, their e...
2025-07-10 02:35:27 +0000 UTC
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Garrett was very interested in Smaug, especially in the materials that might be harvested from such a creature. He had long been considering the possibilities and certainly couldn't let such an opportunity pass by.
But now wasn't the right time.
He wasn't afraid of the dragon itself; at worst, he could tunnel underground and wait it out. But if the dragon pursued him beyond the mountain, the Men living in Dale and Esgaroth would suffer greatly.
Widespread destruction and dea...
2025-07-10 02:34:54 +0000 UTC
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The simple meal concluded all too quickly.
Although this elven lord held one of the highest positions in Middle-earth, he proved remarkably approachable. To be honest, before arriving here, Garrett hadn't even been certain he'd be granted an audience.
He never expected to be personally received by Elrond himself.
Perhaps it was because Rivendell had not welcomed human visitors for quite some time, or maybe the wise lord could somehow sense Garrett's achievements, sparking hi...
2025-07-10 02:34:25 +0000 UTC
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A long, resonant horn sounded from the distance.
"They once rode beneath the stars."
For no apparent reason, Garrett suddenly recalled this line.
Rumble.
The thunder of hooves echoed as a silver-grey torrent surged forward, mingling with flashing silvery-white figures.
At this moment, he was like a piece of driftwood caught in a river, splitting the current in two. But as the tide flowed past him, it immediately merged again into a single stream, rushing...
2025-07-10 02:33:58 +0000 UTC
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"A heavily wounded elite enemy, who could resist finishing it off?"
Garrett could clearly see that the arrow had reduced the orc squad leader's health to just seven points.
Within execution range!
Without a moment's hesitation, he quickly crawled out of the tunnel. Before the nearby orcs could react, he drew his sword and struck, immediately cutting down the squad leader and reducing its health to zero. With their leader dead, the surrounding orcs lost their core and fell in...
2025-07-10 02:33:03 +0000 UTC
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"Scrub, scrub, scrub away..."
Inside the cave, Garrett poured a bucket of water, grimaced, and placed the grime-covered rod into the puddle. He beat and knocked on it with effort, then scrubbed it vigorously until most of the accumulated filth finally came off. Moments later, as the grime on the sword's blade completely fell away, he looked at the now gleaming, radiant sword, unable to contain his joy.
At that moment, the "Filthy" tag had vanished from the sword, and the item desc...
2025-07-10 02:32:32 +0000 UTC
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Noticing the glimmer of light, Garrett immediately stopped caring about the filth on the ground and hurried over.
He raised his torch.
On the ground lay a pile of silver coins, some old, some newer. Scattered nearby were miscellaneous trinkets, along with utensils and tableware made of various materials, knives, forks, plates, candlesticks, and cups...
Some were silver, others gold.
A smile crept onto his face. He had struck it rich.
Clatter.
He be...
2025-07-10 02:31:43 +0000 UTC
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Progress Day, the most important annual festival in Piltover, was a celebration of innovation.
On this day, all factories stopped operations. Aside from the enforcers who maintained order, all Piltover citizens dressed in new clothes and took to the streets to enjoy the festivities. For one day, the city shed its industrial grime and became a showcase of prosperity.
Even the usually stingy elites generously donated to the council. But their charitable gestures were as much about p...
2025-07-09 20:21:49 +0000 UTC
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---Third POV---
As the team disbanded, Ryouma intercepted Orochimaru in the corridor inside the Hokage Building.
"Is something the matter?"
Orochimaru's voice sounded as calm as ever, no different from usual.
"I have a project in mind. I wonder if it might interest you."
Ryouma felt that he wasn't really suited for recruiting others. As soon as he said that, he felt like a funding scammer trying to rope someone into a shady plan.
Fortunately, Orochimaru was...
2025-07-09 20:20:20 +0000 UTC
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