Novel & Cerita Rudeus Jobless Reincarnation

In the future, it could be very likely to accumulate more than 1000 years of Malicious Grudge and became the Heavy Grudge Corpse Puppet. That night, Zhiluan had mentioned the so-called Heavy Grudge to him, so Xiao Chen now had more or less understood the concept. Any Malicious Grudge that had existed for more than 1,000 years could be called the Heavy Grudge. Once a corpse became a Heavy Grudge Walking Corpse or a Heavy Grudge Corpse Puppet, its 1,000 years of Heavy Grudge could instantly turn into a burst of extremely Negative Qi when it encountered a deadly strike. The Negative Qi could bring "the dead back to life." Even if the dead body was smashed into pieces, it could still reorganize

He didn’t answer. She turned to the wind, whispering words that tasted like dust and divinity. “Lucien still lives. The god of rebirth cannot die—he merely changes form. And the Council’s new High Priest… is his vessel now.” Soren’s blood ran cold. “Lucien lives through them?” The Oracle nodded slowly. “And he plans to finish what you stopped—to merge ruin, rebirth, and mortality into one being. You.” Before Soren could speak, her form began to fade into mist.

I’ll do whatever the fuck I want to you. There was no stopping the compulsion once it entered his mind, Colton’s body lunging forward around the desk, fist colliding with the back of his shaved head. The man faltered, releasing Georgia’s arm as he stumbled, regaining his composure in a mere moment, swiveling around with his fist cocked. The ugly teal eyes before him morphed into black ones, much like his own, as he ducked, using the big man’s moment to knock him to the floor. The bulbous nose, covered with large pores and black spots, grew narrower, longer, pointed at the tip. His face mutated with every swift blow of Colton’s fiery fists until the man looking back at him was none other than

I asked hiding the bite in my tone, “The creature you regenerated, do you know of his whereabouts?” “Yes I do, he is currently with me, sir.” “Okk we need him sedated and brought to the lab.” “Why would I do that?” I asked with anger evident in my tone. The Chief sighed at the other end of the phone, like he had predicted I would be furious. “ Listen carefully Athalia, the creature you gave in there is a reincarnation of Hexus, the God of lust and desire.” I rolled my eyes at his analogy.

“That is my name. I am Resin, first of the Lycan Hybrids. Warrior of the Forgotten Wars. Death did not grant me rest; the Spirit World chose me to guard this island until balance is restored. And now… it seems fate has brought us together.” I stared at him, my pulse quickening. He stepped closer, his golden eyes scanning mine. “You are more than a runaway, Adolfa. Much more. You are the Reborn Goddess—the one who must restore what was broken.” I blinked. “That’s impossible. I’m just—” “—A Wereraven and Lycan hybrid,” he interrupted. “An extremely rare combination, a being of balance and chaos. You were once a goddess, the greatest of them all. And now, reborn, you must reclaim that power… or

His body began to convulse, and a red mist started peeling away from his skin—his soul, untethered, fighting back. “No!” he roared. “You don’t get to lock me away again! I AM—” His voice distorted. Shattered. Rhedd stepped forward and raised her hand with what little magic she had left. The spell sealed with a flash of white so bright I had to turn away. And when I looked back… Jude’s body was there. But he wasn’t. Just an empty vessel. Hollow-eyed. Soulless. Silence followed. And then, slowly, the sun began to rise.

the creators voice boomed all around the celestial realm as all angels stood before him with their heads bowed. "My lord undergoing reincarnation involves being mortal and living in the body of the same body I birth like a father living in the body of the son,and of this happens I shall rise as the Demon Hybrid the prophecy said would unite the Deon Kingdom with other kingdoms my lord.i can't bear to leave heaven my lord" Marcus answered with bowed head as no one dares look the creator in the face.

As far as he might be concerned, he actually felt like he was that humble urbanite skilled worker past his forties who's caught up with dealing with his little studio. That game changing evening, he just got together with his previous companions for certain beverages. How and for what reason did he awaken in Norton Lorist's body the following day? The humble studio proprietor was stunned and hysterical. Luckily, the body unto which his spirit had resurrected had been seriously harmed and couldn't move in bed for two entire months, giving him sufficient opportunity to reorient himself and acclimatize the recollections of the body's proprietor. What's more, given the first proprietor's contemp

I heaved, but nothing came up my throat. That was when I got a glimpse at the woman in the mirror. I took a step back. That wasn't me. My red hair and subtle features. Gone. I was looking at a woman with bolder curves. Green eyes. More feminine. A brunette. I blinked hard, waiting for the reflection to disappear. It was still there. I was staring at… me. I couldn't have reincarnated somehow. Those things didn't exist.

I can hear her sharpening her blades. "Sorry about Erika. It's not everyday we get an arrogant guest. Please, do continue your tale," I urged. He smirked and brushed his damp shaggy hair which was one of the many reasons why the council hates him. "Now, where were we. I'm guessing Hugo explained the history with you, didn't he? So let me explain the situation at hand. The thing you fought a while ago, I call them 'possessed.' They are humans who succumbed to the dark and were blinded by it driving them mad and ridding them of their sanity. Hugo, Erika, Ruby, and Pietro are four of the reincarnated spirits who escaped tartarus, and as I've mentioned, so am I. Here's the thing, since Pandora o