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Return Of The Lightning God

In a world of magic and cultivation, Han Jin is a master of physics. After dying in a high-voltage accident on Earth, cynical electrical engineer Han Jin transmigrates into the body of Ling Jin—a "trash" noble with shattered spirit veins in a world where lightning is feared as a divine curse. Shorthanded and broken, his only ally is Tai-Zhu, the grumpy, reincarnated soul of the fallen Lightning God living inside his mind as a System. While others spend lifetimes meditating on "spirit flow," Jin uses his knowledge of circuits, grounding, and electromagnetism to hack the laws of cultivation. Using silver solder to repair his shattered veins and engineering logic to weaponize the heavens, he begins a "heretical" rise to power. The Great Clans call it divine wrath. Jin just calls it a closed loop. "Magic is just science without a circuit. I’m here to build one" —Han Jin ___ The smell of ozone was the first thing Jin noticed. It was a sharp, metallic scent that reminded him of his final moments in the Seattle rain, reaching for a conductor that had no business being live. Then came the pain. It wasn't a dull ache; it was as if someone were threading white-hot copper wire through his veins. Jin opened his eyes and immediately wished he hadn't. Above him, the sky wasn't blue. It was a bruised purple, swirling with clouds that looked like angry ink blots. "Great," he croaked, his voice sounding like sandpaper on gravel. "I'm in hell. And hell has a terrible weather forecast." "It is not hell, you arrogant biped," a voice boomed—not in his ears, but directly against the inside of his skull. "It is the Azure Peak. And you are currently ruining my favorite crater." Jin scrambled backward, his limbs feeling heavy and uncoordinated. He wasn't wearing his reflective work vest anymore. Instead, he was clad in charred, silk robes. His hands were smaller, the callouses of a forty-year-old engineer replaced by the soft skin of a teenager. Boom. A bolt of violet lightning streaked from the heavens, striking a tree mere inches from his feet. The wood didn't just catch fire; it vaporized. "Okay," Jin said, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. "Hallucination. High-voltage induced psychosis. Just close your eyes and wait for the paramedics." [System Initialization: 1%] [Scanning Soul Compatibility... Warning: User sarcasm levels exceed recommended parameters.] [Linking to the 'Will of the Storm'...] "Listen closely, boy," the voice returned, now tinged with a weary impatience. "I am Tai-Zhu. Or I was. Now, I am the only thing keeping your heart from exploding. You have been chosen by the lightning—mostly because you were the only one nearby with a basic understanding of circuits. Don't make me regret this." Jin looked at his palms. Tiny arcs of blue electricity danced between his fingers. He felt a strange, magnetic pull toward the clouds above. For the first time in two lives, he didn't just feel the power—he understood the flow. "A system?" Jin muttered, a slow, dangerous grin spreading across his face. "Fine. But if I'm doing this, we're doing it my way. No more 'Heaven's Will' garbage. We're grounding this operation."
MeemzyX · 7.9k Views

The Mech Touch

After obtaining the Mech Designer System, Ves aims to create the greatest mechs in the galaxy! In the far future, the galactic human civilization has entered the Age of Mechs. The countless lesser powers of humanity have come to adopt mechs as their main weapons of war. Only a small number of humans have the right genetic aptitude to pilot these destructive war machines the size of buildings. Born to a military family in the edge of the galaxy, Ves Larkinson is one of the many people who lacks the talent to earn glory in battle. Instead, he became a mech designer. Helped by his missing father, Ves has obtained the mysterious Mech Designer System that can help him rise in the galaxy and beyond. His mechs based on the principles of life quickly allows him to rise to prominence. Powerful and highly compatible with mech pilots, his products have the potential to take the market by storm. However, success does not come easily, and countless challenges bar his ability to sell his mechs to a market eager for innovation! With the sins of the human race in the galactic arena slowly catching up, Ves must navigate the perils of the ultra-competitive mech market and maintain control over his growing organization of misfits. This is the golden age of mechs. This is the golden age of humanity. The question is, will it last? "Any challenge can be overcome as long as I design the right mech!" --Join The Mech Touch's unofficial Discord server! https://discord.gg/APB5KCU --Follow my Instagram and Twitter! https://www.instagram.com/mlduong https://twitter.com/MLDuong --Cover Art by Derek-Paul Carll (carlldpn) --The Mech Touch is an original webnovel written by ML "Exlor" Duong. --The Mech Touch is mainly published on Webnovel.com and a select few platforms affiliated with the parent company of this website. --Artificial Intelligence / AI clarification: Since I started to write and publish The Mech Touch on 2018, I have never used AI tools to write my webnovel. All of my chapters are written and proofread directly by me for many years. The only automated tool that I have used is the basic spellchecker that comes standard with the Google Docs application. I have not changed my approach towards writing chapters for The Mech Touch even as technology has advanced and introduced new tools. I will continue to maintain my current approach for this webnovel until it has come to an end.
Exlor · 59.2m Views

The Ugly Duckling Of The Tiger Tribe

A prideful snake who bowed to no one—until he became a jealous husband. A snow tiger beast warrior feared and respected, reduced to an obedient husband. A wolf known as a Casanova, who never stayed—until he chose loyalty. And a selfish merman who learned generosity for the first time, expecting nothing in return for his prized possession. All of them changed after meeting one woman... After sniffing in an impossible scent. Her name is Arinya. …And unfortunately for this world, that’s me, haha. *** I wrote a book once. It was an unhinged fantasy born from my high-school brain, driven by loneliness and too many hormones. It was a world of beastmen, wild freedom, and the kind of romantic attention I could never get in real life. I poured every impossible desire into it: adventure, danger, and yes… a 'lot' of handsome partners. Before I knew it, I had a thousand chapters of pure escapism and pure thrill. Then on a college camping trip, I fell off a cliff. I expected to wake up in a hospital room but nope. I woke up on a soft field of grass, with air too fresh to belong anywhere on Earth. And then something moved behind me. Sticking out of my tailbone was... A tail. My tail? Yellow and black stripes and very, very real. I touched it. Completely real. My ears? Also gone—well, moved. They were now perched on top of my head like a confused jungle cat. And the outfit? Quite revealing, made of animal hide which matched my tail. What was going on? At first, I thought it was a prank. Or a dream. Or maybe karma is finally cashing in. But the more foreign memories evaded my mind, the clearer my situation became. This wasn't cosplay and it wasn't Earth, either. And—surprise—it wasn't even the world from my own book. Welp. I had been transported into a completely different Beastman world as a beast girl called Arinya. Sounds fun, right? Well… it would be, if I weren't apparently the ugliest duckling in the entire freaking savannah! Rejected by every potential mate I stumbled across and sneered at like a freaking eyesore. This was not how I planned my fantasy to come to reality. Trust me—if this is my fantasy come true, then someone needs to fire the author. But then again, after entering this world, I'm suddenly... Attractive. I mean, there's no change to my face and the freckles are still there, but for some reason, handsome beastmen begin to flock around me, wanting to be my mate because I smell... Pleasant. What's that all about?
Author_fredah · 554.5k Views