Ashes of a Fallen Legacy - Chapter 40: Encounter [1]

In the age of the Great Liang Dynasty, the lives of the people were made convenient with steam-powered machines that run on a fuel named Violetstream Gold. Chang Geng, who lived in a small countryside village, shared a distant relationship with his mother while his stepfather was away most of the year round, and the only people he was close to were two little kids, the village teacher, and his yi fu – adoptive father. But his life was flipped upside down one day following the barbaric Man tribes’ invasion, and it turned out that his entire identity had been an illusion – not only was Chang Geng himself not the country boy he thought he was, but also his mother, his teacher, and even his beloved yi fu…

The esteemed Shen Yan has been reborn, but with confused memories. She finds herself as a widely disliked female celebrity in a popular novel, where everyone blindly follows the protagonist's questionable beliefs. Even the original Shen Yan ends up in prison for the protagonist, sacrificing her life for the so-called love story.Shen Yan: ......I'm certain this is a case of foolish love-brain without a doubt.It is well known in the capital's social circle that Shen Yan lost her prestigious family status over a man.Shen Yan: ......I've never seen such a foolish person.---To secure her own livelihood, Shen Yan snatches the protagonist's popularity on a live variety show, topping the trending search list.Protagonist: ???Haters relentlessly attack Shen Yan's education.Shen Yan turns around and slaps them with her academician certificate from a research institute.Haters: ......The haters persist, targeting Shen Yan's family background.Once Shen Yan's family history is exposed, she dominates the hot search list!The protagonist couple flaunts their love, but Shen Yan, with her expressionless husband in tow, takes a stroll and effortlessly captures the top spot again.Protagonist couple: ?!!---The public is waiting for Shen Yan to be abandoned by the powerful figures of the capital.Shen Yan contemplates her husband, who begs for hugs every night—the same husband rumored to be emotionless.The rumors say Mr. Qi has neglected his young wife for 30 days.In a discreet corner, Mr. Qi complains that the busy Shen Yan has neglected him for 30 days, and only cuddles can heal him.Later on, everyone is stunned by Mr. Qi's extravagant displays of marital love, leaving them burnt on the outside yet tender inside.---PS: Not a novel transmigration, not a system story.[1V1, light-hearted, a doting romance, power couple]Soul terminal illness female lead VS expressionless misunderstood male lead

As a useless spoiled wild child, Bai YiHan finally brought about the end of his family, chased away the one he loved and caused his own death. After rebirth, he decides to cleanse himself and work hard at being a good child. But a lot of things don’t seem to be as he expected…

Bai Pa + Bai Ma: My son’s so obedient. Someone must be bullying him. This cannot be forgiven!

Bai Big Bro + Bai Big Sis: If my little brother’s sensibility comes from his suffering, then I’d rather he be a spoiled brat forever!

Mu JingYuan: If HanHan hits you, you must accept it. Yet you dodged…The wind’s changing. Someone should be bankrupt to make HanHan smile.

Bai YiHan: …I was so wild in my past life. Your involvement are undeniable!

This story is speculative, speculative, speculative. Important matters must be said thrice. Everything is about speculative time-traveling.

- Description from Novelupdates

Oliver Patrick, the Greatest General in Stormfront's history has a secret - a secret not many know. They think that his Iron WIll was built overnight. They know not the path of suffering he walked, as the slave Beam, to reach his destiny as King, and then Emperor.This is that story. A true story, of progress, struggle, hardship and strength. A story of greatness achieved without a system. A story of how one unknown boy's struggle transformed a continent forever.//ExtractThe arm dropped to the floor, as did the head. Spear points raced past the falling corpse as the goblins sought to take advantage of his momentary lapse in attention. But the tide had already shifted. The equilibrium that had kept the battle going for so long was shattered. With no bruiser to take care of their front lines and distract his attention, the goblins in front of him were no match for his speed.He employed his misdirection as he normally might, feigning the same backwards step that he had practised over and over, before leaping forward, catching the goblin off guard, twisting his body to avoid its spear and forcing his blade into its throat.It let out a high-pitched squeal as it dropped its spear and attempted to stem the tide of blood that was spurting from the wound. The goblin next to it squealed too, in fear this time, as its eyes widened, seeing two of its comrades dealt with so easily in quick succession. Beam saw it take a backwards step, as it attempted to turn and run away. But he was on it before it had a chance. He wrapped his arm around its neck and drove a sword through its back.Rather than let the corpse fall to the floor as he normally might, he held onto this one, enduring its death throes. Once life had finally left its body, he shifted it into place as a meat shield. Two arrows thudded against it, almost piercing it straight through. But the time they reached Beam the momentum was entirely gone – though they touched him, they did not even pierce his clothes.Slowly, with his meat shield in place, Beam advanced on the remaining goblins. They both shared a glance with each other as they dared to fire another volley, before turning on their heels and attempting to sprint away.“Stay,” a brief moment of eye contact, and one of the goblins was rooted in place. Beam tossed his shield aside and picked up a spear instead. With a twist of his hips and shoulder, the spear went soaring, impaling the running goblin straight through its stomach. Its bow fell to the ground, as strength left its hands. It then fell to its knees, before falling face down to the floor, pushing the spear back through itself.