Why Is 'Iron Widow'S' Mecha Combat System Unique?

Will is a boy trapped in a goblin world. Blood, all he saw was blood. Will was paralyzed in fear, he couldn't even scream. This was the first time he had seen so much blood in his life. He heard a splat next to him and saw a small wrinkly thing land next to him. This time will screamed, the thing got up on its knees and immediately started gnawing on whatever soft surface they had landed on. Will was horrified and tried getting away while screaming, but his body was still weak, so all he could do was crawl. He started screaming even louder when he saw his own arms clawing at the surface, they were also green. He had a pair of short stubby arms with three claw like fingers coming out at the end. He stopped all his activity and just sat down in a daze. More and more green things were thrown in the area around him, and like the first one they all started eating whatever it was they were on. Will focused on his surroundings this time, taking in all the information he could. He had realized that no matter what was happening, he needed to understand the situation he was in, and since it seemed he wasn't in any immediate danger, he had decided to calm down and focus.

It was the tenth year of the Mechanical Civilization. My girlfriend, who always spoiled her brother to an unreasonable extent, orchestrated my death. Luckily, I was reborn seven days before the arrival of the machines. I bought a heavy-duty truck and evolved the strongest mecha. Close-combat mecha, long-range mecha, weapons, shields, funnels, modules… This time, I wanted the best of everything. My name is Victor Wild. Born to be a victor, born to be wild.

Coincidentally they met again. They are childhood friend and playmates. But they always have compettion on medals and awards those times they were at grade schools. But an incident happened the governor died in a gun shot. And Jasmine suspected Jake. She believe what she saw. Would it be possible that she got wrong though she witnessed the crime in her two eyes.

I knew my husband, Josh Perkins, had faked his death and taken on his younger twin brother's identity—but I never said a word. Instead, I went straight to the commander of the military district and filed an official report of my husband's death, requesting his name be permanently removed from the service rolls. In my last life, my brother-in-law died in an accident. Josh gave up his rank as regimental commander, abandoned his own name, and stepped into his brother's shoes—all to spare his fragile sister-in-law from becoming a widow. Back then, I recognized him immediately. I confronted him and demanded to know why he was pretending to be a dead man. But Josh just looked through me, cold as a winter morning. "Riley, I know you're grieving Josh. But I'm not him. Don't mistake me for my brother." He shielded that delicate sister-in-law of his behind him, then shoved me into the icy river and warned me not to harbor delusions. Later, our five-year-old daughter cried, asking why her daddy didn't want her anymore. For that, she was dragged to the cowshed for "reflection"—left there, starving, for three days and nights. My mother-in-law called me a curse, a jinx who'd killed her son, and threw my daughter and me out with nothing but the clothes on our backs. Josh made sure everyone knew I'd "gone mad"—that I was lusting after my brother-in-law before my husband was even cold in the ground. The whole town turned their backs on us. That last winter, I wandered the streets with my girl, dazed and numb, until the cold finally took us both. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back. Back to the very day Josh buried his old life and stole his brother's.

Brittney Hale lost her husband and inherited his debt or so she was told. When men came to collect what he owed and found no body to punish, they took her instead. Sold and forced into another marriage, Brittney planned her escape on her wedding day. A stranger saved her. A stranger kidnapped her. Lucas Devereaux was never her savior, he was her enemy. Blaming her family for his parents’ deaths, Lucas took Brittney to break her, to use her, to hurt the people who never came for her. But Brittney was not the weak pawn he expected. And when another man steps in to save her, the truth begins to unravel. Who is Brittany Hale? Why was she truly married? And why does the entire mafia world seem to want her?

At her husband's funeral, Evangeline Thorn should be grieving. Instead, she's plotting murder. Daniel Harrow died in a building collapse that killed seventeen workers—a collapse Evangeline believes was caused by his older brother's criminal negligence. Nathaniel Harrow is everything Daniel wasn't: ruthless, powerful, and dangerously magnetic. He built a billion-dollar empire on corruption, and Evangeline is certain he killed his own brother to secure control of the family fortune. She should hate him. She does hate him. So why does she show up at his penthouse the night of the funeral? What begins as a violent seduction becomes a twisted game of psychological warfare. Evangeline will gather evidence, destroy Nathaniel's empire, and make him pay for every life he's taken. But Nathaniel has been obsessed with her since the day she married his brother—and he's been waiting for her to make the first move. As they circle each other like predators, secrets unravel: the surveillance he's kept on her for years, the pregnancy that could belong to either brother, the betrayals that run deeper than murder. In this deadly game of revenge and obsession, the only question is: who will destroy whom first? Or will they destroy each other?