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.

Chapters

Chapter 3

My sentence made them silent for a split second, only a split second but enough to see the change in their expressions. Kevin just frowned, Reno narrowed his eyes, and Dimas looked a little doubtful.

Well, a little psychological pressure never hurt then Kevin laughed out loud in disdain.

“Look at him.”

“Just killing a level 1 monster already makes me feel strong.”

His friends smiled sarcastically, it was strange how consistently humans underestimated things they didn't understand. I gripped my shaft tighter, though it felt a little different now, more solid, still like a shaft, but with a warm, flowing sensation within it, as if it were slowly coming to life.

Kevin raised his sword the fire burned brighter.

“I'm getting bored.”

He looked at me with a faint smile.

“Just end it.”

Reno raised his hand, a small bolt of lightning gathering in his palm, and Dimas drew his bow. Three against one, not counting the two others behind him.

Bad odds but now I have at least one chance of escape or mess but I choose a combination of both.

“Arrow!” Kevin shouted.

Dimas shoots.

SWIING!

The arrow flew fast, I moved sideways more easily than before, the +1 agility really felt. Good, the arrow missed and stuck in the tree trunk, Reno attacked next, a small lightning bolt shot out like a bullet, I jumped back.

HANDS!

The ground where I was standing exploded slightly, okay, I didn't want to get hit by that. Kevin quickly advanced with his sword, slashing horizontally, flames cutting through the air. I ducked, the heat sweeping across my hair too close. I stabbed the handle towards his stomach, but Kevin easily deflected it.

"Slowly." he said.

I agree it's very slow, but that's not the main goal. I backed away, observing the surrounding trees, large roots, fog, and fairly complex terrain. Good, if it were a pure stats duel, I'd lose. But if I could exploit the environment? There was still hope.

Kevin chased again more aggressively but overconfidently a classic mistake, he slashed from above I rolled to the right then his sword hit a large tree root getting stuck for a split second enough, I hit his hand with the stem.

TOK.

Kevin twitched not in damage more to offend, he looked increasingly annoyed, worth it.

“Damn it!”

He drew his sword, then Reno attacked again with lightning. I ran in a zigzag motion, a small explosion appearing behind me. Dimas fired two arrows in quick succession. I took cover behind a tree, and the arrow landed, almost hitting my shoulder. Okay, the scenario was still bad, I just needed one kill, one weak target, and then more.

My eyes glanced at the two people behind Kevin, they hadn't advanced much just being more nervous and more hesitant supporters, ideal targets, I took a breath the decision had been made.

Kevin attacked again, this time I didn't back down, I charged straight at him. Kevin looked a little surprised, his sword thrust straight at me. I twisted my body, almost dodging, but the tip of the sword grazed the side of my stomach, stinging, warm, and bleeding.

But I managed to get into his blind spot, I pushed Kevin's body to the side and ran past him.

“What?!” he shouted.

The target changed, I immediately headed towards one of the kids behind Rafi, his class was a support type not too combat oriented, his expression panicked.

“Oh wait”

There was no time, I hit his chin with the stick, he staggered, I swept his legs until he fell, I immediately stabbed his neck.

My movements stopped for a split second my old human last thoughts tried to resist but only for a split second.

Too late, the stab had already penetrated. Rafi froze, his eyes wide, and his body stopped moving. Silence, one second, two seconds, everyone froze in shock. Great, I just killed the first human, and it turned out to be much more effective than talking.

A notification appears.

Human target slain

Devour Root activated.

Absorption possible.

Roots emerged from the branches and pierced Rafi's body, energy far greater than the monster's flowed into my body, hot, strong, brutal, I gritted my teeth.

Spam notification.

Strength +2

Agility +2

Mana +1

EXP gained.

Level Up!

Level 3 reached.

Level 4 reached.

Trait acquired:

Minor Mana Sense

I slowly lifted my head, my body feeling lighter, stronger, and much better. Oh, the scalability is amazing. Kevin took a half step back, his expression completely changed, no longer one of disdain, but now of fear. Good.

“What was that?” someone whispered.

I turned the handle in my hand, the surface changing again, now with small spikes growing on the sides, the shape becoming rougher, more like a weapon, this progress. Kevin looked at Rafi's corpse, then at me.

"Monster." he said softly.

I laughed a little funny just five minutes ago they wanted to kill me, now things have turned so interesting, I stared at them.

“Weren't you the ones who started it?”

No one answered. Dimas took a step back, and the other looked pale. The momentum had shifted, and they knew it. Kevin gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with conflict, fear, anger, and ego—a terrible mix—but finally he shouted.

“KILL HIM!”

Ah still denying to honor the commitment, they attacked again but this time it was different, I was already level 4 the difference in stats was noticeable.

I dodged the arrows more easily then dodged the lightning and got into close range Reno hit, stab, attack, kill.

The real battle had just begun and for the first time since coming to this world I was starting to feel like I had a chance not to survive but to win.

[END CHAPTER 3]

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For ten years, I was the family pariah, framed for a crime that destroyed my brother's career. My husband, Mark, never believed my innocence. Instead, he fell for the lies of my sister-in-law, Elsa-the woman who orchestrated my downfall. On our tenth anniversary, he stood me up to celebrate with her and our daughter. When I finally confronted him with divorce papers, he threw me out into a blizzard. My own daughter looked at me with cold, dismissive eyes. "Elsa said she should have been my mom." Left to freeze on the side of the road, my heart didn't just break; it turned to ash. The decade of abuse had finally killed every last bit of love I had. But I didn't die. A stranger saved me, and with his help, I found the one piece of evidence I needed to burn their world to the ground. Now, at the divorce settlement, I look at their smug faces and press play on a hidden recorder. "The world will soon know exactly who owes whom."

Action Mystery Romance

8.8

Blood Moon Mating Ceremony

8.8

The Offering of the Blood Moon In the savage and intoxicating kingdom of the Legion, the Blood Moon does not simply rise it awakens a hunger that demands to be satisfied... by flesh, by fire, by fate. Kiana was raised to hate the beasts and fear the shadows, to believe that being taken meant losing everything. But when she is torn from her village and delivered into the arms of Silas, the Alpha King, she discovers the truth is far more dangerous Her greatest threat is not death. It's the way her body betrays her in his presence. Silas is dominance carved into living form iron muscle, quiet authority, and a darkness that wraps around her like a slow, suffocating promise. He is a king who does not ask, He takes,He commands, He owns, Yet the one woman who should fall at his feet dares to meet his gaze, challenge his control, and ignite something wild beneath his carefully restrained power. And Silas... does not walk away from what tempts him. Their connection is immediate. Violent. Addictive. Every clash of words burns hotter than the last. Every step closer feels like crossing a line neither of them can uncross. The tension between them coils tight, thick with heat and unspoken hunger, until even the air feels too heavy to breathe. In the quiet shadows of the royal chambers, where the moonlight spills like liquid silver across bare skin, resistance begins to crack. The scent of cedar and rain clings to him as he closes in, his presence overwhelming, his touch slow and deliberate-like he already knows exactly how she'll respond. And she does. Every time. His hands don't just touch they linger. Claim. Promise. Every brush of his lips is not gentle... it's consuming. And when his mouth finds the sensitive curve of her neck, Kiana's defiance falters, her breath catching as something deeper, darker, and far more dangerous rises to the surface an aching, restless need she cannot fight, no matter how hard she tries. Because this is not just desire. It is a bond that burns. A pull that tightens. A hunger that refuses to be denied. Yet the closer they get, the more dangerous the line becomes. Between control... and surrender. Between hatred... and craving. Between captor... and something far more consuming. Because under the Blood Moon, nothing is ever halfway. And once you're claimed... There is no escape.

Action Mafia Werewolf

7.8

From Drowning To A New Life

7.8

On my fifth wedding anniversary, I wasn't arranging flowers; I was staging my own death. My husband, Graham, treated me like a prized accessory, but the antique watch on his nightstand revealed the brutal truth. It was engraved "Forever, Elia"-proof that his heart belonged to his business partner, not me. So I vanished into the ocean, letting the world believe I had drowned. For two years, I lived as "Anna," finding peace in a small coastal town and rediscovering my art. But the past has a way of clawing its way back. Elia tracked me down, storming into my pottery studio with a weapon, screaming that my "death" had ruined Graham. She lunged, and I took the blow to protect a child. That' s when the door burst open. Graham stood there, frozen, staring at his "late" wife bleeding on the floor. He fell to his knees, sobbing, begging to destroy his empire just to have me back. I looked at the man I once worshipped and felt nothing but cold indifference. "I loved the man you pretended to be," I told him. "But that man never existed."

Action Modern Romance

9.1

He Chose Them, I Lost Everything

9.1

My husband Dorian and I clawed our way out of the foster system together, building a software empire from scratch. He was my hero, the man who swore he' d always protect me. But he became obsessed with "saving" a manipulative single mother, draining our accounts and our marriage. I thought the baby I was secretly carrying could be the bridge to bring him back to me. Then, at my first prenatal appointment, her son attacked me. He rammed his head into my stomach, and a universe of pain exploded inside me as I collapsed, bleeding on the cold hospital floor. I begged Dorian for help. He looked from my pale face to the wailing child, and made his choice. "You need to get a grip," he said coldly, scooping the boy into his arms and walking away, leaving me to lose our child alone. He let our first baby die, and now our second. His love was a lie. So I sent him a final gift to remember me by-the divorce papers, and a small jar containing the body of the son he abandoned.

Action Modern Romance

7.3

Her Vengeance Rises From The Asylum

7.3

I walked into the luxury boutique on Fifth Avenue, the air conditioning chilling my skin. There she was-Alivia, my adopted sister-swiping my husband' s Black Card for her wedding dress. Three years ago, she tampered with the neonatal equipment during my home birth, suffocating my newborn son. Then she told everyone I was a drug addict who killed my own baby in a hallucination. My husband, Carter, didn't just believe her; he locked me in a high-security psychiatric facility in Nevada to "fix" me. For three years, I rotted in isolation while she took my life, my husband, and paraded a child that wasn't even his as the Fletcher heir. Even my parents sided with her, protecting their image over their own daughter's sanity. They think I' m still the fragile socialite who would crumble under their gaslighting. They think I' m here to beg for forgiveness. I pulled a silver flash drive from my clutch and stepped into the light. "Shopping for a wedding dress, Alivia?" I whispered, my voice cutting through her laughter. "I hope it goes well with the forensic report proving you murdered my son." The game is over, Carter. I' m not here to reconcile. I' m here to burn your empire to the ground.

Action Billionaire Romance

8.1

HOSTILE OATH

8.1

Vivian bears the weight of an ancestral curse, a yoke forged in darkness, which was meant to be broken. A future ravaged by war and chaos loomed, threatening her destiny but Vivian's path was not yet set to answer to her inheritance. Ignorant of her true identity, she couldn't control the powers she possessed, losing loved ones in the process and consumed by self-guilt. Yet, from the ashes of despair, she felt the rage and determination to harness the powers consuming her in her shadow and forge a new path; maybe she could get back all she had lost in all possible ways she could. Prophecy were made, and a formidable force stirred, rising to challenge her claim. When a greater threat arose, Vivian faced a brutal reality: prepare for battle or succumb to the shadows but there was a price to pay. She was left with two options; reclaim her birthright or shatter the chains of destiny!

Action Fantasy Horror

The One Branch of The Tree

Chapter 3

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