PREVIEW

... ght, the Griffin runs.

At dawn, the Griffin spreads its wings.

At noon, the giant roars wildly.

At dusk, everything is calm.

Complete, a cycle.

Everything, everything within it rotates endlessly.

Everything becomes whole.

Of course, such completeness does not come without a price. Even with Jason’s current body, he cannot withstand such completeness. Death appears one after another, with resurrection quickly following.

The cycle app ...

YOU MAY ALSO LIKE
Pokémon CourtChapter 846: The Opponent is a Rookie Champion
 14.1k
4.5/5(votes)
ActionAdventureFantasy

Sootopolis City, a traditional Trainer fought a battle against Wallace, the representative of Coordinators and established the prominence of Pokémon Contests.

Lilycove City, he attained the title of the youngest ever Senior Breeder, leaving a permanent mark in the records of the Breeder Association.

Returning to Cerulean City as a Trainer, he easily defeated Bug Catchers with a single Pokémon and dominated the battles against the shorts-wearing kids along the way.

This is actually a ordinary Pokémon fanfiction story, where the protagonist transmigrates to the real Pokémon world and embarks on a journey of exploration and personal growth, starting from Fallarbor Town.

……………………………………………………………

Dear readers! Without any ads, maybe you will prefer .

Death Guns in the Higher WorldChapter 23: The girl who became a Mercenary 2
 91
4.5/5(votes)
Fantasy

The Enchanting Empress Dowager Is Really PoisonousChapter 14
 556
4.3/5(votes)
HaremHistoricalRomanceDrama

She is an elder miss from a modern secret society family. She is very cold and heartless, but her appearance is very enchanting. She thinks of men as playthings. She was schemed against and her body was thrown into the sea.

THE TRANSMIGRATION BEFORE DEATHChapter 122: ASH AND AWAKENING
 1.5k
2.6/5(votes)
FantasyActionAdventureSupernatural

He fell, but he did not die.At least, not in the way he expected.The world he hated spat him out into another, a place where the sky bleeds, where gods are fractured, and where names weigh heavier than lives.Here, he is someone else.Someone cursed.Someone forgotten.Yet in the ruins of memory and the echo of laughter that was never his, a strange truth coils:that death is not an ending,but a beginning far crueler.A book without pages.A family without love.A body that doesn’t belong to him,and a voice in the dark that whispers of eternity.