MTL - Urban Tales of Demons and Spirits - Chapter 11 Water ghost

An eternal prison, a soulless body, a sealed spirit, everything lost.

To resign before merciless fate, or to become destiny!

“I lived in an illusion, I was lost, I could not find my home, I did not have a home… but why does it matter?! Between bowing to the threat of death and a spine that would never bend, I will choose the latter!”

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He died a worthless death.An orphan mocked by his world, hated by all.Even on his death bed, mercy never found him.He was murdered in cold bloods. Drenched in his own pool of blood and with his eyes closed in death.Just when he thought his life was over.He reincarnated. into a fantasy world but as what?A DragonCreature of myth and the unknown. Transversing through the unknown world filled with magics and monsters.He who was nothing but an unfortunate orphan in his past life faces a second chance.Giving an opportunity to rewrite his fate. with malice still in his heart.Ma Feng walks the path of the unknown. but with challenges in his path.Through his research, Ma Feng realizes how deep this fantasy world is.His goal of returning back to his original world is being hindered by the abstract forces.His hopes of returning back with his newly acquired powers is being disrupted by the secrets of the unknown.In hopes of uncovering the secrets that would facilitate his return back to his original world.Ma Feng must locate the remnants of the Dragon species, uncovering the mysteries of Dragon Magics.Despite his determination to return. Fate has something in store for him.And the truth of his existence shall be revealed.This is the path of an OverlordThis was a time he Reincarnated as a Dragon!

Vampire Slave Number 43, or the self-named, Azriel Ruinous, learned about the history between the humans and the Vampires and it filled him with rage and hatred.

Nonetheless, he was helpless to do anything.

After years and years of suppression, the Vampires have become the weakest race in the world.

However, lady luck seemed to be on his side as Azriel found an ancient jar filled with mysterious blood that will not only change his, but his race's destiny as well.

This, will be the story about the rise of the self-named, Azriel Ruinous, and the Return of the Forgotten Blood Empire.

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“Have you heard about the rumour?”

“What rumour?”

“They say that there's a Vampire on the loose, he's out there killing humans mercilessly”

“Hahahaha! That's the funniest joke I ever heard! Vampires? Those Slaves? Hahaha!”

“Yeah, I feel the same! I think someone just started this rumour as a joke! Hahaha! How can those weaklings kill us, humans?”

“True True…”

In a bar, two middle-aged men talked and laughed as they discussed the recent rumour they heard.

Seeing those two, a drunk old man shook his head as he sighed.

“Ignorance is bliss indeed…”

“These younglings do not know what the real fear is…

The vampires may have fallen… but my old bones still remember the days when they were in their prime…”

The old man sobered up in an instant and his body shuddered in fear as the memories of the long-forgotten horror appeared in his mind.

He then took a deep breath as he patted his trembling body and muttered.

“I just hope that they are not back…”

I was sixteen when the gods abandoned me.The Blessing Ritual was supposed to grant me power, a divine gift to carve my future. Instead, I received nothing. No abilities. No hope. Just another nameless soul left to rot in a world ruled by strength.Fine. If the gods wouldn’t bless me, I’d make my own power.For ten years, I clawed my way forward, experimenting with forces no human should touch. I pushed too far—and it killed me.Then I woke up.Sixteen again. Back at the Ritual. But this time, something changed.Time bends at my will. Blood moves when I command it.The gods still won’t acknowledge me, but it doesn’t matter. This world isn’t fair, and I’ve stopped playing by its rules. Faith and Chaos clash in my veins, and I will use them both.They wanted a Chosen Hero, someone to dance to their tune.Well, too bad for them—I’ll carve my own fate.