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Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I Am the White Emperor of Heaven!

Transmigrating to the Douluo Continent, he became Dai Chengfeng, the fourth prince of the Star Luo Empire, and awakened the White Tiger Martial Soul. The ancestors of the Dai family had decreed that the first three soul rings of the White Tiger Soul must be identical for the best combination! However, Dai Chengfeng refused to configure his soul skill according to the ancestral regulations. The White Tiger belongs to metal and is a master of slaughter. What on earth is this White Tiger Guardian Barrier? As a result, the Emperor of Star Luo banished Dai Chengfeng in anger, ordered the Zhu family to cancel the marriage engagement, and prepared to temper Dai Chengfeng's arrogance. Years later. Upon meeting Dai Chengfeng again, Dai Mubai was surprised to find that his younger brother not only did not become useless due to absorbing the wrong soul ring, but his White Tiger Spirit was worlds apart from his own! ... Dai Mubai: "We both have the White Tiger Soul, but compared with Dai Chengfeng, why does my soul seem more like a house cat?!" Tang San: "Even my Blue Silver Emperor instinctively fears Dai Chengfeng's soul? You call this a White Tiger?" Asura God: "Oh no! His murderous aura is even thicker than mine, the Asura God. Is he targeting me?!" Star Luo Emperor: "Well, does Chengfeng know his mistake now?" "Reporting to Your Majesty, Prince Chengfeng has already become a god!" Emperor of Star Luo: "???." Dai Chengfeng: I am the White Emperor! The Holy Spirit of Heaven! The ominous god, governing all killings under heaven, and also the master of innate Ultimate Metal! THIS IS A TRANSLATION. Advanced chapters at: patreon.com/EphemeralShadow
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The Little Man

Jack thought his life was simple enough: a steady job under Barksen, a promotion that promised stability, and a quiet existence with money tucked away for the future. He was lean, sharp-tongued, and bitterly amused by the world’s stupidity, but content to drift without risk. His friend Julias, however, was everything Jack was not—suave, powerful, and unnervingly smooth. A man whose presence filled rooms, whose silence carried weight, and whose eyes seemed to peel back the layers of anyone who dared meet them. What began as laughter over a ruined prom dress spirals into something darker. In Julias’s marble-floored apartment, amid biblical paintings and the scent of red wine, Jack is pressed into a conversation that feels less like banter and more like initiation. Julias speaks of predators, of power, of risks worth taking—and suddenly Jack finds himself confessing things he never meant to say. Words of ruin. Words of killing. The friendship between fire and water begins to shift into something more dangerous: a mentorship, a test, perhaps even a trap. Julias’s questions are not idle. His gaze is steel, his tone a blade, and his world is one where politics and ambition are war, where rivals are predators, and where survival demands ruthlessness. Jack, once a bitter but harmless cynic, is being drawn into a web of power, manipulation, and moral compromise. As Jack mentally tries to balance his dreams of law school and independence against Julias’s intoxicating vision of dominance, he must decide: is he content with a safe, early retirement, or will he risk everything for the promise of real power? And if he chooses the latter, will he still recognize himself—or will Julias’s world consume him entirely? But then— Jack ordinary life changed when he got stabbed by a seductress. "The Little Man" is a psychological thriller of ambition, friendship, and corruption. It explores the fragile line between loyalty and manipulation, the seduction of power, and the terrifying ease with which people can be coaxed into extraordinary darkness.
Twilight_Goodness · 5k Views