Sharing Talents with Countless Versions of Myself - Chapter 18 – Let them know what a greenhouse flower is

[MATURE CONTENT]“Kiss or Kill?”“Karma.”*****Broken by a pack that was supposed to be home, Tamiko swore to never attend any mating ceremonies. He knew they would eventually reject him, so he didn't want to risk the heartbreak even more.However, a lonely best friend in need of a mate and a bunch of convincing later, Tamiko found himself at the entrance of the mating ceremony.As if that wasn't enough, the midnight moon gave him what he didn't want the most. A mate. But not just any mate. Gabe; the alpha's dark son, a man who made it his mission to make Tamiko's life harder, and also the man Tamiko hated more than life itself.As their eyes glowed in the night, Tamiko didn't see a mate, he saw a very rare opportunity; a chance to run, or be the one that Gabe ran from.He chose the latter.Like a gift from the moon, he realized the one thing that could burn down the Grealor pack.He bore the mark of lycan royalty, more precisely, King Zaffuto's mark.The outcast, Tamiko, was the lost lycan prince.

Radeon. A cosmic emperor had devoured his own universe to cage an unknown blight, and now he had woken in the weak flesh of a nobody scribe.The heavens had gone quiet, the sects had gone rotten, and something beyond the stars was still watching.No system. No mercy. Just schemes, blood, and a ruthless climb beyond the heights he once owned.WHAT TO EXPECT:– Calculating, realistic main character choices.– Cultivation laced with eldritch power.– No game system or status panels.– No tantrum-throwing young masters or childish fickleness.– No selfless heroics. Every move is for profit, survival, or the long road to power.Update Schedule: Guaranteed Two Chapters Daily

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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This entire story is fictional. All regions, countries, and cities described within are imaginary!!!!![ torrential rain, floods, blizzards, extreme cold, extreme heat, pollution, insect plagues, acid rain, endless night, earthquakes... ]On April 1st, a natural disaster struck Azure. A massive torrential rainstorm swept across the globe, followed by earthquakes, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions, rising sea levels... one disaster after another.Evelyn Ford is reborn before the disaster strikes. In this life, she frantically hoards supplies just to survive.[ No special abilities, no zombies, pure natural disaster survival, no bleeding hearts. ]Male Lead: The ultimate support + a deadly weaponFemale Lead: Spatial storage + an ordinary person[ apocalypse, survival, hoarding, base building, farming, gourmet food, animal husbandry... ]