The One Branch of The Tree
- Raka, an ordinary high school student, dies of exhaustion and is reincarnated with his entire class into a fantasy world. There, everyone receives a class and a blessing from the gods to start a new life. While his friends acquire powerful classes like knight, mage, healer, and assassin, Raka is given the class considered the weakest and most shameful: the One Tree Branch.
- Considered a burden and a threat to the group, Raka was betrayed and hunted by his own friends on their first day of arrival. Cornered in the Forbidden Forest, a place known as a region full of monsters and death, Raka discovered his class' true ability: Devour Root, the power to absorb the attributes, energy, and even skills of anyone he kills.
- Since then, his life changed completely.
- To survive, Raka is forced to kill monsters, bounty hunters, and the people who hunt him. Each victory makes him grow stronger, while his class weapon slowly evolves from a lowly twig into an increasingly terrifying weapon.
- In the midst of his struggle for survival, Raka meets Nara, a mysterious girl wielding two daggers who has her own agenda in the Forbidden Forest. Together with Nara, Raka enters the Core Zone, the mysterious center of the forest filled with ancient ruins, artifacts, and a dangerous organization called the White Council.
- There, Raka discovers that his class resonates with a mysterious entity called the False World Tree, a giant tree that is the source of the anomalies in the Forbidden Forest.
- The deeper he unravels the secrets of the False World Tree, the more it becomes clear that the One Tree Trunk class is not a failed class, but rather a forbidden fragment of the true World Tree-a power that has long been sealed away because it was thought to be capable of destroying the balance of the world.
- Now Raka is at a crossroads: take revenge on his friends who betrayed him, or pursue the truth behind the World Tree fragment that is now directly connected to him.
- But one thing is certain, the more power he absorbs, the closer he gets to something far more dangerous than death: losing himself and becoming the new vessel for the World Tree.
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Chapter 21
The Guild Hall stood majestically at the end of the main street, a three-story black stone building with large windows glowing warm yellow at the front, a large hanging sign with a sword and shield emblem, very fantasy themed.
In front of the entrance adventurers came in and out non-stop there were warriors in heavy armor, robed mages, archers and people who looked like assassins who clearly wanted to look mysterious, brand consistency.
I stood for a few seconds staring at the building, it was very interesting. In the old world, I might have only entered a place like this through a game. Now? I literally came to register, carrying trauma and a forbidden class. Character development aside, I pushed open the guild's large doors.
CREAK.
And immediately greeted by a very noisy sound, wooden tables with large quest boards on the walls, people drinking, laughing, negotiating, arguing, the atmosphere was lively but a little chaotic, I kind of liked it.
But as soon as I entered, several heads immediately turned in anticipation, my clothes still looked like a survival documentary victim plus my weapon was quite eye-catching, a unique and unique suspicious tree sword with a strong brand identity.
I ignored the stares and walked to the front desk, behind the desk stood a young woman with short brown hair in a dark green guild uniform and a professional smile.
A small notification appears.
Target identified:
Lina
Guild Receptionist
Threat: None
Great, finally someone with no threats. How refreshing.
"Welcome to the Lumeria Adventurer Guild." he said friendly.
"Can I help you?"
“I want to register,” I answered easily.
Lina nodded.
“Register as a new adventurer?”
“Yes.”
He took out a form and a small crystal. The administrative side mission began.
“Name?”
“Cancer.”
"Age?"
I think technically still a teenager, mentally? about 48 after this week.
“17.”
Lina wrote.
“Class?”
I stopped, that was the question about trapping.
“Nature type close combat,” I replied.
It's not clear if it still works.
Lina seemed to have dealt with strange people many times and didn't ask any further questions, very professional, I appreciate that.
"Good."
He pushed the crystal towards me.
“Please channel mana for registration.”
I touched the crystal, a green light appeared and then data appeared on it, Level 19? The guild hall was a little quieter.
Oh? Some adventurers started to take it more seriously; it was understandable that the initial registration for level 19 was quite absurd. Lina also looked a little surprised, but maintained her professionalism. She was an excellent employee.
“Registration successful,” he said.
“However, since your level is quite high for a new applicant, you will need to undergo a short evaluation.”
Of course, nothing can be simple.
"What form does the evaluation take?"
“Light spar test,” he said.
Light? What a flexible word, I sighed.
"Good."
Lina signaled.
A guild staff member led me to the back area of the training arena, smaller than the colosseum but quite spacious, a stone floor with an active mana barrier around it.
A small crowd began to gather, seemingly free entertainment. I entered the arena. On the opposite side, a tall man entered, carrying a large axe, a muscular body, a thick beard, and a solid aura.
A notification appears.
Target identified:
Garron
Guild Examiner
Level 17
Threat: Moderate
Level 17 is a little below me, I can still handle it, Garron looks at me from top to bottom.
"The new kid?"
“I prefer the term emotionally exhausted newcomer”
He laughed out loud finally someone with good taste.
"Good."
He raised the axe.
“Simple rules. Show your skills.”
“Must win?”
“No need.”
"Good."
Realistic standards, a staff member raised his hand.
"Start!"
Garron moved first, swinging his axe quickly horizontally, I blocked it with the World Thorn Sword.
CLANG.
The impact was quite severe, but not too much of a problem. After Cervaros and the Executioner, my threat threshold rose dramatically. This was practically therapeutic; I took a step back and analyzed.
Garron's movements were solid and experienced, but they were more about raw power than complicated and simple techniques. I countered the Slash diagonally, and Garron blocked, and we exchanged several attacks.
CLANG. CLANG. CLANG.
The arena was starting to get more crowded, and some of the spectators seemed interested, which was good for them, as it was a free show. Garron smiled.
“You're good.”
“Trauma is the best teacher,” I replied.
He laughed again, I was starting to like this guy. Garron raised his axe high, mana gathering. Skill? Finally, it hit the ground.
BOOM!
A shockwave of rocks came towards me, I jumped while in the air I activated Root Snare roots emerged from the floor wrapping around Garron's legs.
“Good,” he muttered.
I landed my sword on his neck, stopping. A split second of silence followed, the arena falling silent, and then a few rounds of applause rang out, not too bad. Garron laughed loudly.
"Pleasant."
He lowered the axe.
"I am satisfied."
I drew my sword.
“It's a pleasure to provide entertainment.”
The barrier was turned off, Lina entered carrying a small metal card.
“Congratulations,” he said, handing over the card.
“Starting today you are officially an Adventurer Guild member.”
I accepted the card.
A notification appears.
Title unlocked:
Adventurer
Access:
Quest board
Guild rewards
Party system
Dungeon permits
Nice very touched not killed, not chased by monsters, no dungeon collapses massive improvement, Lina smiled.
“Your starting rank: Bronze.”
I see the cards, Bronze? Very fair and this is just the beginning.
“How do I rank up?” I asked.
“Quest,” Lina answered.
“Collect contribution points.”
I saw a large quest board with various missions posted—monster subjugation, herb gathering, escorts, investigations, and bounties—all very interesting, but one quest caught my attention. A small red board with a rare quest. I approached it and read it.
Special Investigation Quest
Location:
Northern ruins of Lumeria
Target:
Anomalous root phenomenon
Reward:
High
Restriction:
Level 15+
I stared at the quest for the anomalous root phenomenon.…wow, that sounded suspicious, as it was so relevant to my entire existence. Coincidence? Probably not, I smiled slightly.
Well the first quest had already chosen me how efficient, I took the quest sheet and just as I did a familiar voice came from behind.
“So it's true.”
I turned my head,
Bima stood near the guild door, his arms crossed and his gaze sharp. Ah, a social problem solved at the right time.
[END CHAPTER 21]
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Betrayed at the altar. Replaced by her own sister.
On what should have been the happiest day of her life, Amara loses everything-her fiancé, her dignity, and her future.
But that same night, a dangerous man steps out of the shadows with an offer she can't refuse.
Marriage. Power. Revenge.
Now bound to a ruthless CEO, Amara is ready to destroy everyone who betrayed her.
There's just one problem...
Her new husband knows more about her past than he should.
And the closer she gets to revenge-
the more she realizes she may have married the man who ruined her in the first place.
8.4
I worked three double shifts at the garage just to buy a velvet-boxed cake for my wealthy girlfriend, Arleen.
But when I pushed open the VIP room door, I saw her lover kissing her bare leg.
She didn't push him away. Instead, she laughed and swirled her martini.
"I only forgot Finn because I knew he would stay. He is a poor boy from Queens who follows me around like a loyal dog."
Later that night, her lover intentionally crashed a Porsche to scare me, sending a piece of jagged metal into my skull.
Lying in a growing pool of my own blood, I watched Arleen crawl out of the wreckage.
She didn't even look at me. She threw herself at her uninjured lover, screaming for a medic.
"He just got scraped by a piece of plastic. He is faking it. Deal with Jaquez first!"
When I woke up, I wasn't free. Arleen had locked me in a private hospital wing with 24-hour security, planning to isolate me and keep me as her broken, captive toy forever.
My blind, pathetic devotion finally froze into absolute disgust.
I looked at the heart monitor next to my bed and grabbed an IV needle.
I severed the sensor wire to trigger a flatline, slipped out the fire stairs while the nurses panicked, and burned my identity to ashes.
This time, I was going to disappear to London, build my own empire, and watch hers burn.
7.2
Clifton, the god of esports, was secretly battling a career-ending wrist injury to protect his team.
A year ago, he kissed his duo partner, Justice, only to be met with violent disgust. Justice shoved him away and dry-heaved in the rain, looking at him like a monster.
Humiliated by the straight man's raw revulsion, Clifton cut him out of his life.
But now, Justice suddenly appeared at Clifton's club as a rookie tryout.
Instead of an ambitious climber, Justice played the perfect, pathetic victim. He cowered, trembled, and acted terrified whenever Clifton was near.
He even signed a bloodsucking contract with a toxic teammate, sparking rumors he was brought in to replace Clifton as captain.
During a scrimmage, Clifton hesitated to shoot because he remembered Justice had just severely burned his hand.
Justice showed no mercy. He ruthlessly gunned Clifton down, humiliating the captain in front of the entire coaching staff.
Clifton was consumed by blinding rage and betrayal.
If Justice was so disgusted by him, why did he fake his devotion for six months just to use him?
Why was he acting like helpless prey now, after trampling all over Clifton's pride?
Determined to rip off the liar's disguise, Clifton dragged Justice into a live stream in front of sixty thousand viewers.
"He's asking if you are in love with me."
Clifton smiled cruelly, waiting for the public execution. But just as the trap snapped shut, a choked, terrified gasp came through the headset.
8.6
Lilac Stone once wanted nothing more than being unnoticed. But everything changed the moment she met Adrian Cole, the new lecturer.
He's distant and completely off-limits. She's quiet, guarded, and unprepared for the way he sees right through her.
What begins as harmless conversations after class quickly turns into something far more dangerous-something neither of them can stop no matter how hard they try.
But then they're living in a world where rules are meant to be followed, and their connection is one line they were never supposed to cross.
Whispers turn to accusations. Secrets are exposed. Their futures are at risk.
They are merely two opposites-a lecturer and a student, a male and a female-but they are bound to destroy each other as long as they are huddled in one space at the same time.
What then can they choose: forfeit their futures and embrace their happiness, or let the latter slip while keeping their careers intact?
8.8
"Fuck...please..."
He risks a nibble, sending shockwaves to my core. My back arches off the wall with a sharp moan.
His hand slides between my legs, cupping my soaking panties.
"Look how wet you are," he whispers, "...shaking, and I haven't even fucked you yet."
He strokes my clit gently first, then harder. My toes curl, hair spilling into my sweaty face.
He's breaking me, ruining me with just his tongue and fingers. I can't speak. I can't think. I just tremble in his arms.
*********
The night I caught my fiancé cheating, something in me broke.
I cried.
I screamed.
I drove - into the rain, into nowhere, into him.
Cassian Cross.
A stranger with gray eyes, a sinful mouth, and hands that made me forget my name.
One night was all it took. One reckless mistake to burn away my heartbreak.
Until he showed up at my mom's wedding...
As my new stepbrother.
Now, Cassian won't stop.
He corners me in hallways, whispers filth at the altar, and looks at me like he still owns my body.
But there's one thing he didn't tell me-
He already belongs to someone else.
A fiancée bound to him by a contract... and a secret that could destroy us both.
He's dangerous.
He's forbidden.
He's promised to another.
And God help me, I still can't stop wanting him.
9.7
Gemma expected the tearing agony of the bullet wound that had just ended her life.
Instead, her trembling fingers met the cool, smooth friction of heavy silk.
She stared into the mirror. Her face was flawless, completely devoid of the jagged scar that had marred her cheek for the last five years.
It was exactly ten years ago. The day of her engagement party to the ruthless billionaire, Brion Hubbard.
In her past life, her "best friend" Katelyn convinced her to run away with a scheming scumbag.
Katelyn claimed Brion was a heartless tyrant who would ruin her. Gemma had foolishly believed those fake tears.
That choice led to her family's bankruptcy, her brutal disfigurement, and ultimately, a fatal bomb explosion.
The only person who tried to save her was Brion, his blood-soaked body shielding hers from the blast.
She even realized too late that the strawberry cream cakes she always made for him were full of dairy.
He wasn't leaving to cheat on her. He was locking himself in a medical bay, fighting fatal allergic shock, just to accept a tiny scrap of her affection.
Gemma had been so incredibly blind. Why did she trust the venomous snakes who destroyed her, while hating the man who died for her?
Hearing Katelyn frantically knocking on the dressing room door, urging her to run away again, a towering hatred surged through Gemma's veins.
This time, she wasn't going to run.
She was going to expose the traitors, take back her family's wealth, and claim the tyrant for herself.