Astral Apostle - Chapter 110: "Native" (3)

This is a heinous story about a heinous person.Not to mention his other achievements: just after graduating from university, he had two listed companies on the NASDAQ. No, he recently acquired another listed company, and is planning to acquire another.Behind him, a whole host of investment banks are chasing after him. When will your website go public?Investors also say that a website like this must be subject to public scrutiny.The young boss is back in his carefree youth. This year is a springtime year, coinciding with an old man writing poems by the South China Sea.

[Unique Trait – Those you meet will remember you. No matter what happens, they will remember you forever.] In a world on the brink of ruin, people summoned to save it are categorized as heroes and extraterrestrial workers, abbreviated as “foreign workers.”For some reason, I became a foreign worker who is loved by transcendents that view humans as mere insects.

Ever since Arwin was summoned as a child, all he has known is war. And now, to claim the demon queen's life and end the war, he has to kill himself. But, as he deals the final blow to his mortal enemy, the Hero of Mankind is betrayed.Caught in a magical explosion thought to end him, Arwin awakens a month later to find that everyone has already moved on. His [Hero] class has changed to a unique blacksmith class called [The Living Forge] that is empowered by consuming magical items, but some of his old passive [Titles] remain, giving him the power to forge his new future exactly the way he wants to.Arwin isn't going to settle for anything less than completely surpassing the powers he wielded as the Hero.After all, you are what you eat – and Arwin’s diet just became legendary.What to expect: - Item focused crafting story, where a lot of the MC's power comes from his equipment- Mix of crafting & combat as the MC has to get the materials himself. The MC does not spend the whole novel in one room crafting. - No Harem- Strong to Stronger MC- Slow burn revenge with a focus on the MC rebuilding his life and discovering new purpose

When the admissions office of Witch Academy called, I was stunned—I had been accepted into a school I never imagined I could touch.Yes, I am a boy and it is an all-girls’ academy, but they did not mind, so I saw no reason to object. I had applied secretly, without telling my family, just to take a chance.But as soon as those striking seniors greeted us newcomers—pressing every boy against the wall with a knowing smile—I realized things were about to spin out of control.“Oh, come now, you sweet little freshman,” one of them said smoothly, her voice full of mischief. “Don’t make this difficult for me, your big sis. Swallow this core and transform into a witch like me, alright?”She held the glowing orb before us, half-threatening, half-teasing, almost inviting the new boys to react. It was clear she enjoyed it—the blend of fear and resistance in their expressions. Our unease seemed to be her personal amusement.After all, they only had this opportunity once a year.