The Eldrim Cards Legacy - Chapter 232: Arcanist form

Defy the Gods, Defy the laws that govern the universe, Defy space and time, Defy fate, defy death,Defy ‘I’. defy defying it selfselfish, cautious, envious and ruthless mc(new writer/ no experience writing whats so ever, so don't expect much ) ( English is not my first language)(high fantasy)

“I’m very talented, and I get twice the result with half the effort.”

“I am a genius that is rare to see in a hundred years, extraordinary in ten years, and holy in thirty.”

“My blood is against the sky, and I was born to be a king.”

Watching a group of geniuses arguing, Han Xu slowly closed his eyes and basked in the sun before falling asleep.

Diligence, perseverance, talent, resources, and opportunities are indispensable for the cultivation of others.

And he just needs to wait quietly for the skill to download.

A life without cultivation should be so unpretentious and boring.

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Young Master Lu says, “My wife knows nothing at all and has a bad temper. You'd better not bully her.” Gu Mang watches silently as this man warns everyone who comes his way.Young Master Lu says, “Read properly. How can you remember anything if you flip the pages so quickly?” Gu Mang takes up another book and reads it speedily.Young Master Lu complains, “What should I do when my babe hates studying?” What else can he do other than dote on her?Until one day...“Young Master, numerous universities in the capital and even top universities overseas are fighting to get Madam to enroll!”“Young Master, many TCM research centers are getting into deadly squabbles over hiring Madam.” “Young Master, a legion of huge international law firms want to employ Madam.”“Young Master, several eminent hacking organisations are here too...”“Young Master, multiple financial groups have come...”“Young Master...”To all these, Young Master Lu says, “What the f**k! Get out of here!”Yes, his wife is a genius.

Epic fantasy presence: Ashes Of The First Tyrant [AOTFT]Prologue – The Law of AuraThey say every soul burns.Some flare brightly and fade. Others smolder quietly for a lifetime.But a rare few, rare beyond reason ignite with such intensity that the world bends to them. These are not gods. Not yet.These are the Tyrants.And their aura is not a gift.It is a weight a burden.In this world, aura is everything.It is the breath behind a sword strike, the pressure behind a command, the silent will that can crush or inspire. Most are born with it. Few master it.But only one…only one in an ageawakens the Tyrant’s Spirit…the aura that dominates not by force, but by presence alone.