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A scalding drop of wax splattered onto the back of my hand, causing me to yelp in pain. My parents turned their heads, their eyes brimming with undisguised disgust. "Why are you so clumsy all the time?" barked my dad. I remained silent, but inside, I was bubbling with excitement. That was because I had been reborn, flung back to my birthday. In Doreraford, everyone had heard about Andrea Jordan, the delicate darling of the city.

“Stand by me, Lisa!” The first wave of assailants surged through the tree line, and Dominick's voice roared across the thick woodland. "No!" Lisa was sharply defiant. "I'm no longer hiding." Hooded beings appeared, their eyes blazing with strange light, and the ground shook. Each held the hallmark weapon of the ancient order, a staff pulsing with black energy. Marcus bared his claws in a roar. They are more powerful than outlaws. I sense it.

Without a formidable ruler like Giriwangsa holding everything together, stronger powers would inevitably begin circling. “What about the martial world?” Jaladri asked. “Any interesting news there?” Wisnumurti bit into the head of a snapper swimming in yellow curry. “Serial murders.” Jaladri nearly choked. “There’s a murderer?” “Yes. Martial artists killing martial artists isn’t unusual. But one man carrying out a string of killings while openly announcing himself? That gets people's attention.” Jaladri stared. “Who is he?” “He calls himself Pangeran Langit, Prince of the Sky.”

"You should be asking where you ended up here after being killed by the monster instead of being in the afterlife world." "In order to prove yourself worthy of being the last lightning beast,Two of my subjects will appear to you,they will brawl with you one after the other. If you are able to defeat them,then you will be alive again but if you fail, you will be dead completely. You won't have any of your powers except for your strength. Blood reaper is the only weapon available for you." Immediately,a man clothed in a red hood appears some meters away from her. She picked up the blood reaper and took a stance as they faced each other.

He watchted them with a smile while his fingers typed the words to his men. 'End them too....' THE END 'REBORN FOR REVENGE ' - SIGNING OFF OFFICIALLY. AUTHOR: Thanks for supporting the story and making it to the end. Love you all and wish you all well on your future. I hope you all will support my other books as well. Bye! See you all soon in another stories!

The soul ravager Zhang Mu read it many times over until he came to enlightenment. Shame about the sins he had done toward the world, The Soul Ravager Zhang Mu cried his heart out toward and repent his sin. Heaven has mercy, they give him a second chance. The soul Ravager Zhang Mu's paralyzed body had been miraculously healed, In that moment the soul ravager Zhang Mu had died and been reborn in the new name “Tian De”. Our beloved grandmaster. He abandoned his evil ways and created the combat arts that can subdue people without killing them, For every sinner deserves a second chance.

The man looked at Elio with scorn. "I'm Thiago. You probably haven't heard of me, you nobody." Elio's face tensed up. He thought of the scary people from the stories and asked, "Are you Thiago, one of the Twelve Evil Spirits?" Thiago was caught off guard and huffed, "Not bad, kid. You know who I am. Looks like you're part of the martial world too." The world of warriors had always been around for thousands of years. It never went away; it just went underground!

Martha sat on the chair and helped herself with a wine. - No problems. We got most of them sleeping. Patrols on the border were taken in less than fifteen minutes. The Jade Pack doesn't exist anymore. - Great job. Let girls have some rest and pick another pack. Martha nodded and left the room. Megan chuckled and mumbled: - Warriors one- Golden Girls, zero.

The fabric clung to her like a second skin, her nipples faintly visible in the cool air. The crowd’s energy surged as the next fighter entered the ring. Riven Kane. They called him the Reaper—six-foot-five of corded muscle, scarred knuckles, and cold, emerald-green eyes that had ended more careers than most men had hot meals. His bare chest gleamed under the lights, intricate tattoos of ravens and thorns snaking over his shoulders and down his arms. He moved like a predator, calm and lethal, ignoring the cheers as if they were background noise.

The hybrid's arms fall to the ground with the shackles. "Nice try fucker!" I swing my blade a second time decapitating him. Reaper has shifted into his mortal form. He hands me one of the two semi automatic handguns he is holding. We take off running and shooting anything that isn't a dragon, hellhound or king of hell. I scream as I watch Gunner's huge dragon body hit the ground. The earth shakes under our feet. When I finally get to him; what's left of Bael's horde is trying to retreat.