When he accepted the hit, Russ would not have believed whose interests he was actually serving. Now, with the job done, an otherworldly being is giving him with one hand what was just taken from him with the other. His life. Skills are everything and what doesn't kill you makes your skills stronger. Placed into the world of skills, Russ found himself faced with a new life governed by a system he did not completely understand. It is, however, a completely new start. Will Russ continue doing what he does best? Or will he be able to achieve the things that he had always wanted but considered to be a lost cause in his old life? Why not some of both? This is a litrpg story where the main character acquires skills and levels them up by using them. He gets ability choices as he levels up and as a reader you will be going through the choices with him, in most cases.

    Wealthy, talented and gifted with prodigious abilities, there is is little doubt that he is blessed. However, recent events appear to suggest otherwise. Verre is a vast place with daemons and cultivators aplenty. Their schemes and secrets are legion. Valerian finds himself skirting the fringes of some of the greatest his land has to offer and unfortunately for him, he is being inexorably drawn in. There is only one way to keep afloat; grow, train, survive!

    There’s no trick or treachery she hasn’t seen in her time as a wedding planner, and her Coco Cha-Spell bag of enchanted treats holds a solution for every one of them.Groom with cold feet? A little Heat of the Moment powder sprinkled in his shoes will take care of that.Overbearing mother of the bride? Nothing a few drops of Deception of Perfection potion in her champagne glass won't fix.Blabbering best man? Switch his bow tie out for a tongue tie—that’ll keep him quiet.But when an ancient family curse dooms a banshee bride’s beau to an early grave—on the day of the wedding, no less—Bailey might have finally stumbled into a situation even she can’t fix. She’s a witch, not a necromancer.Just when she’s about to hang up her hat and call it a night, she notices one devilish little detail that she can’t quite shake—the groom’s death doesn’t look like an accident. It looks like murder.