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Ashlani's Reincarnation [a LitRPG Adventure]

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As a soon-to-be chieftain, Ashlani's responsibilities were numerous, complex, and often boring. As a recently reincarnated keelish (a reptilian pest), his responsibilities only extend to 1. survive another day, 2. keep his belly full, and 3. kill anything that keeps him from numbers 1 and 2. Oh, and, if the opportunity arises, take revenge on his friend turned brother turned murderer. Ashlani was sent on his inaugural hunt as the chieftain-to-be of his tribe when he was shot in the back by the man he was closest to, the one he called his closest friend. Post-mortem, he was greeted by a [System], the elect, singular keelish representative. Now, his focus must be on continuous growth and evolution, to awaken to his grand potential, and lead his new people to a new age. This is a reboot of my previous novel, Ashlani's Reincarnation, a grimdark take on a LitRPG reincarnation novel. This is a slower, more methodical approach to story, and I hope that its quality will reflect that. I update five times a week, usually weekdays, but if I miss a weekday, I make it up over the weekend.
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TERMS AND CONDITIONS:LOVE NOT INCLUDED

Wren Calloway has exactly two things going for her: a steady job at a diner she loves, and a dream she hasn't been able to afford yet. Then a man in a suit that costs more than her rent sits down in her section — not to order food, but to offer her a contract. One year of marriage. Five million dollars. And a credit card with no limit. Beckett Harlow doesn't want a wife. He wants his inheritance. His dying father's will is brutally simple — marry within six months or watch the billion-dollar Harlow empire pass to a cousin who'll burn it to the ground. The only woman his father will accept is the waitress who's been serving him decaf every Tuesday for three years. Beckett thinks she's a gold-digger. She thinks he's an insufferable prick. They're both wrong. They just don't know it yet. What starts as a transaction — signed, sealed, strategically airtight — cracks open the moment they're forced to actually live together. Because you can't share a kitchen at 2 a.m., carry someone inside when they've fallen asleep in the car, or hold a man's hand in the doorway of his dead brother's life without the contract becoming irrelevant. The elite world they're navigating is vicious, the opposition is relentless, and the clock is always running. But the real war isn't in the boardroom. It's in the space between two people who agreed to perform love and accidentally started feeling it. Terms and Conditions: Love Not Included is a slow-burn romance about what happens when the deal expires and neither party wants to leave — 140 chapters of tension, tenderness, and the quiet devastation of falling for someone you were never supposed to keep. The terms were simple. The feelings didn't get the memo.
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Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill

Every hero starts with power. He started with dust. One moment, the classroom buzzed with teenage chatter. The next, silence fell. Students blinked—and opened their eyes in an ancient hall carved from gold and marble. The air shimmered with divine magic. And at its center stood a goddess—flawless, proud, unbelievably beautiful and wrapped in flowing white. It was a divine summoning performed by a divine goddess. Among them was Vritra… and his stunningly beautiful mother. While others received blessings, powerful physiques and grand titles, Vritra was given a skill so pathetic it made even the goddess wrinkle her nose. An ability—so pitifully weak that it drew laughter, scorn, and even disgust. But that wasn't the worst part. Betrayed and cornered inside the labyrinth, Vritra had two choices: die… or fall into the death trap. A death canopy with no exit and no chance of survival, the only option was to slaughter the demons endlessly for months. Finally!! He forced his dormant skill to awaken, after killing thousands and hundreds of thousands demons and devouring them, becoming a broken ability. A dragon? A demon? What am I exactly? ****** White robes. Cold arrogance A sinful revenge. White robes can stain. And in the dark, even divinity can moan. And then there was his mo— guilt in her breath, shame in her eyes, whispering apologies between gasps in her son's ear, doing what had to be done… for both their sakes, giving birth to a morally wrong relation with him. ________________ Absolutely no NTR, none at all!!! No mother betrayal either!!! Discord: https://discord.gg/BUnnWjnWZw check out more- https://ko-fi.com/jin_moon Extra chapters based on response I receive, that's all for now, peace out!!
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