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 29
Loud knocking sounded again from downstairs, this time with more than one person. The sound of armored footsteps echoed from the ground floor of the inn, the royal knights. Naturally, since my life seems allergic to quiet, I turned to Arka.
“Say you have a solution.”
Arka actually remains calm, this man can probably remain calm even when the world is really burning.
“How many?” I asked.
He closed his eyes for a moment as if feeling something.
“Twelve,” he replied.
I nodded slightly. Not great, but still better than fifty.
“And one person who is quite strong,” he continued.
To make matters worse, Mira walked closer to the window and peeked through the gap in the curtain. Her face immediately changed.
“Their captain is here,” Mira said.
I approached.
“Who?” I asked.
Mira swallowed hard.
“Valen Drakhar,” Mira answered.
The name clearly has a meaning unfortunately I was not born in this world, I just stared at him blankly Mira turned her head quickly.
“He is one of the strongest knights in Lemuria,” said Mira.
“Ah.”
Information that I really didn't like, Arka finally stood up, he took his stick and walked towards the door.
"Don't go out." said Arka.
I frowned.
"Wait. What?" I was surprised.
“I will talk to them,” he said.
I looked at the old man.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
Arka glanced at me briefly.
“If they come into this room, the situation becomes more complicated,” he replied.
I crossed my arms.
“It's hard to imagine a more complicated level than my life right now,” I continued.
Arka ignored me and opened the door, before leaving he paused for a moment.
“And no matter what happens, do not activate your fragment inside the city.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“Why?”
He answered briefly.
“Because everyone will know.”
Then the door closed and the room suddenly became much quieter. I stared at the door for a few seconds.
“He just left.”
Mira sighed.
“Trust me, it's better.”
I walked towards the window, from the second floor I could see part of the main street with several knights standing guard outside the inn.
Their silver-blue armor reflected the light of the night lanterns. In the center stood a man in dark blue robes and heavier armor, dark blond hair, an upright posture, a sharp gaze, and a distinct aura of leadership. Valen Drakhar, I guessed, but even from here, his aura felt steady and oppressive, not at the level of an ordinary person. I let out a soft sigh.
“Long day.”
Mira stood beside me.
"I didn't expect them to move this fast."
“I've only been a fugitive for a few hours.”
“Congratulations,” he said flatly.
“Your popularity is increasing.”
I glanced at him.
“I prefer other promotional methods.”
Under the open door of the inn Arka appeared and walked down casually, Valen took a few steps forward the two of them started talking.
Too far to hear but body language was clear enough Valen looked polite but wary, Arka looked like he was talking about the weather.
The old man was really absurd, I noticed the situation of twelve knights one strong captain and the city gates were closed.
My mana isn't completely stable yet, it's still not normal. Conclusion: fighting now is a bad idea, Mira seemed to read my expression.
“Don't think about anything else.”
“I'm just calculating the options.”
“That's the face you make when you think about something that could potentially destroy a building.”
I was a little offended.
"Not always."
Mira looked at me, I raised my hand.
“Okay, quite often.”
The conversation below seemed to be getting more serious, Valen took out a piece of paper possibly a warrant the Knight behind him started to move slightly, the formation changed I immediately tensed up.
“Oh, that's not a development I like.”
Mira also watched.
“Looks like they want to check all the rooms.”
It was amazing I looked around the room one door, one window, one old man negotiating with our lives.
“What if they go up?” I asked.
Mira thought quickly.
“We can go through the roof.”
I glanced up at the wooden roof, I was just about to formulate a plan when the sound of footsteps started to be heard on the stairs, Mira and I looked at each other.
“So fast,” I whispered.
Mira gripped her staff, and I gripped my sword tighter, my instincts immediately kicking in, adrenaline surging. Damn, before I could rest, the footsteps stopped right in front of the door. A few seconds of silence felt incredibly long, then a man's voice rang out from outside.
Calm.
Firm.
“Open the door.”
It wasn't a shout, it wasn't a threat, but it was clear enough that it wasn't a request. I looked at Mira, she swallowed hard, and I sighed.
“Yeah,” I said quietly.
“I think a quiet night is too optimistic.”
I stepped closer to the door, Mira immediately held my arm.
“What are you doing?” asked Mira.
"Improvisation," I answered lightly.
“That was not a reassuring answer,” Mira continued.
“Nothing in my life is calming,” I continued.
Fair enough, I stood right in front of the door contemplating my options.
Escape through the window? Risk of being seen.
Fighting? Bad.
Opening the door? That's probably a bad thing too.
Excellent choice, I took a breath and before I could decide Arka's voice came from below.
“Captain Whale.”
His tone remained calm but louder.
“If you insist on checking that room, then I suggest you be prepared to accept the consequences.”
I blinked. Oh? Interesting, outside the door the footsteps stopped silent again. A few seconds later, the man's voice came again, this time a little more cautious.
“Is that a threat?”
Arka answered casually.
“That’s advice.”
I almost smiled, this old man was getting more and more interesting. Below, I heard the murmurs of several knights, the tension rising, and then Valen's voice came through clearly.
“Get down.” A short order.
The footsteps in front of the door slowly receded, and I lowered my shoulders slightly. It wasn't safe yet, but at least I wasn't dead, a small victory.
I returned to the window below Valen staring at Arka for a moment, their gazes met in silence as if there was another conversation that couldn't be heard then finally Valen gave a signal.
All the knights retreated, they really retreated. I raised an eyebrow, no way. They just left after a few minutes, the streets were relatively quiet again. Arka went back up to the second floor. As soon as I entered the room, I immediately spoke.
"Good."
I pointed at him.
“Now I need a really good explanation.”
Arka closed the door his expression unchanged.
“Valen knows me.”
“Obviously,” I said.
“The next question is why did the captain of the royal knights retreat just because of your words.”
Arka was silent for a moment and then said,
“Because he was smart enough not to mess with me.”
A very arrogant and oddly believable answer. Mira seemed as curious as I was.
“What is your true identity?” Mira asked.
Arka looked at the two of us. Then he sat back down casually.
“Tomorrow morning,” he said.
“I will take you to a safer place.”
I frowned.
“What place?”
The old man answered briefly.
“A place where you can do class evolution.”
The room suddenly fell silent, I froze. Mira immediately turned to me. Class evolution? Finally.
The notifications that had been flashing continuously since earlier felt increasingly heavy.
Class Evolution Available
Requirements met
Evolution pending...
I stared at the screen for a while then turned to Arka.
“And of course I assume this process is completely harmless,” I said flatly,
Arka smiled faintly, a small smile that didn't give a sense of security at all.
“Dangerous,” he replied.
“But if it fails, your problem is solved faster.”
I closed my eyes, what a truly quality mentor.
[END CHAPTER 29]
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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.