Solo Leveling Ant King Novels & Stories

Back at the monster king’s tomb… “Impressive. I'm truly surprised that an insignificant human like you possesses such capabilities!” the monster king remarked. “This era belongs to humanity. Your schemes and plots will never succeed,” Adrian responded. “Is that so? Then let’s put humanity to the test. But first and foremost, you should worry about your own fate!” the monster king said and charged at Adrian. Even though the monster king was a level nine, Adrian himself was a level nine too. Adrian had nothing to fear, but he had no intention of fighting alone. Suddenly, a figure appeared and launched a surprise attack on the monster king.

Concentrate, I tell myself. King insists on zipping the pants even when I bat his hands away. The familiar red haze fills my brain, swelling to the point of exploding, and the pain seizes me. "You must fight it," King urges through the fog of chemicals invading my body. He removes his hands and waits for me to gain control. I need fingers to accomplish this task, so I focus on fingers not claws. It takes a few minutes for the human me to take the lead again and zip myself the rest of the way and find the hole on the other side of the seam and slip the button into it. I glance up at King with incredible pride in this simple accomplishment. He smiles and nods, totally understanding how good it

No wonder the ointment she made was so magical. Antaotao lay on the bed for a while and felt bored all over. She wanted to go out for a walk and breathe some fresh air. Looking at Mr. King who was dealing with documents, Antaotao couldn't help but reach out to pull the hem of his clothes and said, "Mr. King, I don't want to lie on the bed anymore. I want to go out for a walk." Mr. King looked up at her expressionlessly and asked, "do you want to take a walk?"

Brax questioned as we both looked up at Ace. "Yes! My great-grandfather was king, until he gave it up." "Okay. So why are you telling us?" I wasn't sure of his goal, seeing how it wouldn't matter now anyway. No, Alpha will hand their title over. The time of a King is long gone. "I plan to reclaim my title. My great-grandfather was foolish for stepping down. I will get everything that belongs to me. One way or another." He stated, as if it were an obvious fact.

"Ok, now I want to get out of here, Mewo." I had just finished, and the snakes followed each other and made the stairs. Mewo reminded me to step on them. King David and Jame saw how I got out of the hole just in time. I just put my foot out of the hole and saw them standing there. David's eyes squinted dangerously, and he stared at my neck for a moment and then moved his eyes. Instinctively, I knelt in front of David. Except for the closest soldiers, anyone who met the king had to bow his head.

He was nothing compared to Lucian’s beast. “Now, now, now, it is no way to speak to your future Queen. Is it?” Alexa smirked, knowing well what kind of reaction she could expect. Giselle’s jaw dropped and her face held a look of awe. “I challenge King Antonio and whoever wants to test Lucian’s patience. Once Lucian has handed your ass back to you, you can drag your smelly butts to wherever you came from,” Alexa declared looking at the King pointedly. A single bark from Antonio silenced the protested growls of the elite guards. “I ag-g-rree,” Antonio’s beast drawled as he sized up his opponent.

When everyone boarded the car, Jason sat next to Simon, realizing that he was now not only a voter, but also a personal manager for this potential supermodel. Six models met to shoot a commercial for an online game about angels and devils, with a narrative based on dragons and fairy tales. According to speculations, “The Angel King” is financed by Clare Fashion Company, and this is a Chinese-style online game that reaches the worldwide market, properly constructed, taking only the products they play into consideration. It is sufficient to set out for advertising to see a portion of it.

Him? “Not ‘king,’” Anton breathed. The pieces snapped together with awful, perfect symmetry. Marcus’s obsession, his endless, pathetic game. “He didn’t see himself as the king. He was the other piece. The one that moves in straight lines, that attacks from the side. The one that can become anything if it reaches the end.” He stepped up to the panel, his voice clear and steady, speaking directly into the microphone. “The key is ‘Queen.’” For a second, nothing. The countdown reached 00:00:07.

Stepping up to face him I gripped his collar and snarled, “Where is Anton!” Swallowing uncomfortably, he pointed upward, and I leaned my neck back and saw him above us. Gasping I growled, “Fuck!” Anton was gagged and hanging upside down on a high tree branch above us. “He was the one that suggested it; he figured if I acted like I was just with you and the king to spy, the rogues, and my deserted pack members would give me information,” he blurted out. Exhaling deeply I rolled my eyes because it sounded like one of Anton's assine ideas. Calculating the distance I started scaling up the branches to reach the unmoving Anton.

I couldn't even notice a simple trick that was just playing out. "Don't bother about that, and instead try your best to focus while I do the same." I muttered and stood up to continue. Just then, I spotted the antelope from afar. Liam gave me a knowing look and I could see the gleam in his eyes. He was reminding me of my present state. I didn't need him to remind me because I knew exactly what I was doing.