One Piece: God of Space - Chapter 615 Fei Duo’s arrangement

Other men call them monsters. He calls them lunch.Edge never expected to find himself stranded on the most dangerous planet in inhabited space. A world where artifacts known as cores let their bearers wield the planet’s magic. Where skills grant superhuman abilities and kaiju roam the wilds.In the aftermath of an unprecedented magical disaster, he wakes up alone in a monster-infested wilderness, standing on the bottom of the food chain. But he won’t be there for long.After finding a unique core known as Skill-Eater, Edge gains the power to steal the skills of monsters, men, and beasts, and a chance to fight his way up to the top.It seems that his luck has finally changed, although he will soon learn that power never comes without a price.What to expect:- Strong to stronger (Male MC).- A post-apocalypse System story, magical planet style.- Tons of visceral spells and awesome skills.- Did I mention there were skills? We have eating skills, evolving skills, combining skills.- Rare skills, unusual variants, and ranking skills up.- (Seriously, there are more skills in this story than you can shake a stick at).- Mechanics that makes sense and a fresh twist on LitRPG progression.- Exciting battles with powerful monsters, ferocious beasts, and ruthless killers.- Magic-based technology (magtech).- A vivid outlaw society, ruled by rival factions.- Hard fantasy with a splash of sci-fi.Chapters come out 4 days a week, M,T,Th,F. Most chapters are between 1500 and 2500 words.Every character in the ads is a main character from book 1. The MC is the guy on the cover.

Ling Jing Shu lived with humiliation and heavy burdens all her life, and only at the moment before death, she suddenly woke up and repented. If god gives her a chance to live for a second time, she will say three words to the man who let her down: You Get Lost!!

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“When the old gods are forgotten, they do not die—they wait.”In the year 1025, the Viking Age wanes.Iceland bows to Christ. The Althing governs by law. And the gods of old fade to whispers.But in the far Westfjords, something stirs.Vetrulfr, a former Varangian captain and exile, returns from the East with foreign gold, forgotten warcraft, and a hunger no man can name.He comes not in peace, but to raise Ullrsfjörðr from ash and ice; building walls, carving runes, and waging war on behalf of a dying faith.From Reykjavík to Aachen, rumors spread: a ghost walks the North once more. Some call him the son of Ullr. Others, a wolf-cloaked demon.But all will know his name.and when the Valkyries call, he will answer.

“Look at him,” someone snickered from a few rows over. “Smells like he sleeps in a dumpster.”“Probably does,” another voice added, louder this time. Nox just stared at his textbook, the words blurring. He had heard it all before.Then, Mark, one of the main reasons his life was a living hell, swaggered past his desk. Mark always had a smirk on his face. “Oops,” he said, not even trying to sound accidental, as a full cup of bright orange juice tipped over, splashing all down the front of Nox's already ruined shirt. The cold liquid soaked through instantly. Laughter erupted around the room. It was loud, clear, and mocking. Nox slowly looked up. His eyes landed on Ms. Joy, who was watching the whole thing. She had seen Mark deliberately pour the juice on him. He raised his hand, a small, tired gesture. “Ms. Joy,” he said, his voice flat. “He just poured juice on me. Are you just going to ignore it? Again?.” Ms. Joy looked at him, then at Mark, who was now theatrically wiping his hands. A small smile played on her lips. Then she chuckled. Just a little airy laugh.“Oh, Nox, don't be so dramatic. Boys will be boys, right Mark?” Mark puffed out his chest. “Yeah, Ms. Joy. He's just sensitive.” The class laughed even harder at that. Ms. Joy joined in, her laughter ringing out with theirs. Hearing them all, hearing her laugh, something in him finally snapped. It wasn't a loud break, more like a quiet, final click. He realized it then, with a cold, hard clarity. No one was coming to save him. No teachers, no police, no parents he never had. No one cared. If he wanted this to stop, he would have to be the one to stop it. He was the only one who could.His face remained blank, but his mind was suddenly very clear. He reached down slowly, his hand going into his worn-out school bag. The laughter died down a little as a few students noticed his deliberate movement, a strange stillness about him. He pulled out a gun.The classroom went silent. Utterly, completely silent. Mark's smirk vanished, replaced by wide, terrified eyes. Even Ms. Joy stopped laughing, her face paling. “What… Nox, what are you doing?” she stammered, her voice suddenly shaky. He didn't answer. He looked around at their faces, one by one. Fear. He saw fear now. Good. He was ready. He was going to make them all pay. He was going to end it, all of it.Just as he was about to raise the gun properly, a bright blue screen appeared right in front of his face. It was translucent, and only he seemed to see it. [Congratulations! You have met the requirements!] [1st Player Chosen!] [You have won the System!]