Odyssey Of Survival - Chapter 114 The Explosion In The Sky

Ahn Seung-hyun, a college student who lived hiding his identity as a gay man. While on his way to meet an acquaintance he met through a gay dating app, he discovers that the acquaintance is a college classmate trying to out him.He tries to run away but gets into a traffic accident. Just when he thought he had died, he finds himself possessing ‘Han Seung-hyun’, the villainous character from the novel he was reading, and continues living that life.However, there’s a problem: ‘Han Seung-hyun’ is someone who has been given a life sentence with a time limit.Feeling wronged for a moment, Seung-hyun thinks, ‘Since I’m dead anyway, can’t I fulfill my dream of being a rich unemployed person for a little while?’ and resolves to do everything he wanted to do with his remaining life.Can’t he have s*x at least once before he dies? With that thought, Seung-hyun boldly goes to a gay bar to find a one-night stand partner, but ends up getting involved with the one person he absolutely shouldn’t have.“Ju-, Ju-, Ju Jae-young-ssi.”“Yes. I am Ju Jae-young.”What will happen to Seung-hyun’s terminal life after spending a night with Ju Jae-young, the sub-male lead in the novel who dislikes Seung-hyun?

Martin was a succubus who perished at the hands of the Sun God, struck down by a single divine arrow during the epic war between gods and demons. Meanwhile, Martin, a Ph.D. in literature and a seasoned movie enthusiast, lost his life in a car accident in August 2023. By some cosmic twist of fate, the souls of the two Martins converged within the chaotic currents of time and space, merging and eventually settling in the body of an eleven-year-old boy named Martin Myers, living in Los Angeles in 1996.A world without spiritual energy? Fortunately, as a succubus, I don’t need spiritual energy to cultivate; all I need is the essence of desire. Emotions—joy, anger, sorrow, and excitement—are all desires. As long as these emotions are directed at me, they can become fuel for my growth. Alright, let’s see what reliable ways exist in this world to stir people’s emotions en masse. Hmm, becoming a writer—sounds promising; and music, that could work too; but wow, Hollywood movies! They have a global reach; this is perfect! What’s that term again? Right—“Idea Recycler.” I’ll start with writing, but the ultimate goal is to become an international movie star. Acting skills, you say? Don’t worry—I’m a succubus, after all!Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to this novel. All characters, settings, and plot elements belong to the original author and copyright holder. This work is shared purely for entertainment purposes, with no intent to infringe on the original creator’s rights.

There was nothing left to lose in his life.He had lived as a hero. He had started at the bottom and worked his way up to the top, at the end he become the best, yet he had always been betrayed by those he had tried to protect.Humanity did not deserve his protection.When everything went out and he could no longer even hope to beg for his life, he could do nothing but look up at the blood-red sky among the corpses of demons and angels.He wished for one more chance, just one more chance.And when that chance was given to him, he swore that he would change everything. He would no longer be a hero to save people, but an anti-hero to save the world.Sacrificing hundreds of people to save an elf, poisoning hundreds of people to save a group of half-demons.He didn't care about any of that anymore, he would protect those he cared about and send everything else to hell.Not even the gods or goddesses could stop him.

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”