Male Naga

Di benua Akhantara, berdiri Sekte Wana Jagad, sekte terlemah yang hanya dipandang sebagai tempat sampah dunia persilatan. Di sanalah hidup seorang pemuda yatim piatu bernama Aksara Linggar, seorang pelayan rendahan yang tak memiliki nasib selain dicaci, dipukuli, dan dijadikan budak oleh para murid resmi. Ketika ia difitnah mencuri harta sekte, Aksara dikhianati oleh seseorang yang ia percaya, lalu dibuang ke jurang terkutuk. Namun kematian justru menolaknya. Di dasar jurang, ia menemukan Darah Naga Purba, sebuah warisan dewata yang tersegel selama ribuan tahun. Darah itu menyatu dengan tubuhnya, mengubah setiap luka menjadi kekuatan, dan setiap musuh yang ia bunuh menjadi sumber penempaan tubuhnya. Bangkit kembali sebagai makhluk yang kekuatannya tumbuh dari penderitaan, Aksara bersumpah: “Aku akan naik kembali ke dunia persilatan. Bukan untuk memohon pengakuan, tetapi agar setiap sekte yang pernah menindasku bersujud di bawah kakiku.” Saat dunia diguncang ramalan tentang “Pewarisan Darah Langit”, nama Aksara Linggar mulai mengguncang benua. Dari pelayan tak berharga, ia naik melampaui murid inti, pahlawan sekte, hingga menjadi ancaman bagi para tetua dan penguasa yang selama ini berkuasa atas dunia.

Peringatan Novel Memiliki Unsur Dewasa 18+ Berkisah tentang perjalanan Tang Hu yang menghalalkan segalanya untuk mencapai balas dendamnya. Dia juga akan menjadi kuat dengan memanfaatkan peluang sekecil apapun. Tang Hu yang kaisar langit yang digulingkan oleh saudara dan kekasihnya. Mendapatkan kesempatan keduanya untuk melakukan balas dendamnya. Mungkin takdirnya akan sepi namun ia tidak peduli dan akan melakukan apapun sesuai keinginannya. Sayangnya Tang Hu tidak akan terlepas dari keindahan yang ada di sekitarnya dan tanpa sadar membuat harem yang tak terhitung jumlahnya.

Peringatan Novel Memiliki Unsur Dewasa 18+ Tidak semua orang diberi kesempatan untuk mengubah hidupnya. Rangga, yang hidup dalam kemiskinan dan penuh hinaan, tak pernah menyangka akan menerima warisan dari seorang kultivator. “Dengan kekuatan ini, tak akan ada lagi yang merendahkanku. Tak ada wanita yang menolak, dan siapa pun yang menyinggungku akan menyesal.” Warisan itu membangkitkan rasa percaya diri dalam dirinya. Rangga tak hanya menginginkan kekayaan dan hormat, tapi juga kekuasaan mutlak—agar tak seorang pun berani mengusiknya lagi.

In the fashion industry, I was known as the most mysterious designer. I worked hard to keep my identity from the public. As I stood at the top of business, I was invited to be the secret judge of the Innovating Design Competition’s final round. The organizer reserved a VIP seat for me in the middle of the front row and ensured that my presence would not be revealed. Just when I was about to sit down, a new male influencer pushed me aside and threw his hand bag onto my seat. “What are you looking at, bumpkin? How dare you show up at the VIP section dressed like a beggar? Where’s the security? Throw this person out!” I swallowed back my anger and replied coldly, “This seat was reserved for me.” The influencer laughed. “Yours? Do you know who I am? Ms. Reid spent eighty million dollars in sponsorship to get me to come here! Ms. Reid has the final say in this industry. Do you understand me?” I could only scoff at him. How bold of the Reid family! Did they really think they could make this kind of decision without consulting me?

My wife, Violet Miller, was obsessed with cleanliness. Yet I caught her peeling shrimp for a male intern at a dinner party. I demanded a divorce on the spot. Violet stared at me in disbelief. “Daniel is like a younger brother to me. What’s wrong with looking after him? Are you really divorcing me over this?” My heart ached. Maybe... it was time to let go.

I had been married to Natasha Bates for ten years, and not once did she ever join me for our family's Independence Day cookout. This year, on the night before the celebration, I finally gathered the courage to ask if she wanted to come. She scoffed and said, "What are you, stuck in the past? Who even celebrates the Fourth with a family dinner anymore?" Yet that very evening, I saw a social media post of Natasha with her male best friend, Stanley Rogers. They were quite intimate in the picture, and the caption read: [True happiness is celebrating Independence Day with your bestie!] I commented back: [Hope you two lovebirds make it official soon.] Stanley did not hold back. He messaged me a bunch of intimate photos of the two of them. Then, he added, [You're just a leech living off his wife. What right do you have to question anything about Nattie?] Everyone always thought I was a gold-digger living off Natasha's success. However, they all forgot that I was the sole major shareholder of the company. This time, I’m done staying silent.

My mom gets buzzed at the family dinner and insists on burning my admission letter. She says, "You're a guy, and yet you can't get into Horvard University! What makes you think you can study at any university now? You might as well quit studying altogether!" I try to stop her from doing so, only for my dad to stop me instead. "It's just a stupid scrap of paper. Don't put a damper on your mom's mood, now. Can't you just retake the college admission exam?" Just like that, my fruit of labor gets burned to ashes. When I'm studying for the exam again, Mom keeps inviting people home for drinks. All I do is utter one complaint, and I get beaten to death by her drinking buddies. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the night of the family dinner. This time, I've swapped out my admission letter to the IOU her boss has told her to safeguard. Go ahead and burn it. Two years later, I'll be sure to visit you at your grave, Mom.

We’d been together for seven years, but during that entire time, my fiancée rejected the idea of getting married ninety-nine times, all because of a male intern. The first time, she canceled our vacation at the last minute, saying the intern was stuck on a night shift and afraid of the dark. She got on a flight that very night and rushed back to the hospital. The second time, we were already halfway through the doors of the courthouse to get our marriage registered. But just then, she got word that the intern had collapsed from exhaustion. Without a second thought, she left me standing alone in the snow for the entire day. After that, it became a pattern. Every time we were together, the intern would find some excuse to pull her away. Eventually, I made up my mind to let go. I stopped dreaming about a happy marriage with her. However, just when I announced I was transferring to another city, she broke down, begging me, almost hysterically, not to leave.

My daughter’s kindergarten held a family event, and I rushed there, only to see her holding hands with my wife’s male secretary. “Daddy,” she said, “I wish our family could stay like this forever.” I watched as the three of them hugged, radiant with happiness. Suddenly, exhaustion washed over me. Later, I filed for divorce. Then I left to teach in rural villages for thirty years. If I couldn’t light the lamp in my own home, I’d at least illuminate the path for others.

While studying abroad, I move into a shared apartment. Not a single day goes by without my housemate, Stuart Harper, calling himself some variation of a sweet, brave, and responsible guy. On the very first day he moves in, he hires workers to take out the insulation from the walls. I confront him about it, but he simply grins at me and proudly boasts about his decision. "That was all just some shoddy foam that the construction workers padded the walls with. Not only was it useless, but it was even taking up so much space. The fact that I forked out my own money to get rid of it proves that I'm such a sweet and responsible guy!" With a scowl on my face, I explain to Stuart the purpose of having proper insulation. He immediately leans in close with an admiring gaze. "I'm so sorry. I had no idea! I just wanted to do something nice for us. What should I do now? You have to help me think of something!" I naively assume Stuart just lacks common sense and doesn't act with malice. Thus, I willingly enter into a cycle of always cleaning up after his messes. One day, I get a fever. He ends up buying a secondhand electric slow cooker and declares he's going to take care of me by cooking me soup. My head throbs as I quickly put a stop to his attempt to heat the electric slow cooker on the induction stove. I tell him to let me catch a nap before I teach him how to cook later. But not long after I fall asleep, he secretly sticks the electric slow cooker into the microwave to heat it up. The microwave explodes. As the flames start to spread, Stuart screams and dashes out of the apartment at once. The fire alarm wakes me up. I try to evacuate the burning building, only to find that Stuart has locked the door from the outside. In the end, the fire burns me to a crisp. After that, however, he starts twisting things around. He goes online and says with a helpless expression, "My housemate set the apartment on fire while cooking. I'm the one who had to call the fire department on his behalf, and I even had to compensate the landlord for him. I'm definitely the sweetest, bravest, and most responsible guy to ever live!" As the online community proceeds to condemn me, Stuart uses the attention and publicity to go viral as a content creator. Some time later, my eyes open again. This time, I'm going to roast him good.