My Ex-Girlfriend is the Strongest Guild Master and I'm the Weakest! - Chapter 91: Dylak’s Revenge (Part 8)

After the brutal loss of his beloved grandfather, Liam Hunter embarks on a harrowing journey into the heart of the Dark Forest, known as the Forest of Kyrell, with a singular goal: to gain the strength necessary to honor his grandfather’s memory and to never lose anyone dear to him again. At just ten years old, Liam is thrust into a world of darkness and malevolence, where he endures four grueling years of training and transformation. In this shadowy realm, he is reborn as a fierce warrior, driven by a relentless desire to eradicate every demon and ultimately confront the Demon King, Emrys himself. To achieve his formidable goal, Liam must forsake any emotional connections that could weaken his resolve. The once vibrant and joyful boy is transformed by his trials into a cold and unfeeling combatant, hardened by the harsh realities of his quest. This is the story of Liam Hunter—the last wielder of dark magic—whose journey through darkness and sacrifice will shape him into a force of vengeance and resolve.

Yun Yuwan carelessly lost Wen Yangzhi's letter, but the foreign butler assured her with certainty, “That was a love letter.”She had been secretly in love with Wen Yangzhi for many years, and upon learning it was a love letter, she returned home overnight.Clutching the hope that he also liked her, she began to respond.At the dinner table, he said, “Come sit here”She ended up sitting on his lap, dressed in suit pants.When he renovated his newly bought villa, she playfully said she didn't like the crystal chandeliers.Some time later, his assistant told her:The letter Wen Yangzhi had sent was not a love letter at all, but a nine-figure check, intended as a birthday gift.The assistant laughed distantly, “Director Wen can't even be bothered to buy gifts, how could you think he liked you, Miss Yun?”—Long afterward, when Yun Yuwan brought up the incident with shame,Wen Yangzhi didn't reply, he just sparked his lighter, a tiny flame dancing on his handsome face, appearing indifferent and aloof.He never said it wasn't a love letter,Not all love letters contain sweet nothings,At least Wen Yangzhi's didn't.He wouldn't do something so cheap and insincere.Knowing that the men who approached her were after her money.He simply wanted to tell her.Her bit of money, he didn't care for it.—A nine-figure check expires in ten days, I've waited for you for ten years, undying affection still clouds my senses.—Self-loving, beautiful heroine x man whose bark is harder than his biteIndependent brand florist x pioneering bankerTheme: Adults don't deal in pretense

A couple of words from the author: after chapter 3, the writing style changes; don’t be afraid of the first two chapters, because I really screwed up there when I wrote this.This is the story of a guy who met God and was sent to another world at will by acting according to his choice. There is no mention of training for yourself or overcoming challenges. The main character is strong from the start, and this is a light-hearted story without the darkness, betrayal and other complications often found in any work. I came up with the story myself and then corrected and translated it using ChatGPT. English is not my native language, so please forgive any mistakes.I'll write this right away for the stupid potatoes who will read this. This is literally my first experience in writing history and something similar. Before this, I only wrote diploma papers and term papers, not counting filling out documents at work, so I apologize in advance if something does not suit you. Enjoy reading!First Arc: DanMachiSecond Arc: Cyberpunk: EdgerunnersThird Arc: Record of Ragnarok

Vincent van Gogh, the painter who refused to be an accessory Of power and painted with his soul at the tip of a brush, was not understood by anyone and had to die like a madman, and he woke up in 21st century Korea.

Like a wheat field melted with gold, like a sunflower that swallowed the sun, a dazzling painter once again takes the brush.