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Starting As A Cleaner

Demonic Cultivation: Starting As a Horse Bandit

[Demonic Path Cultivation + Cold-Blooded + Ruthless + Eerie Immortal Path] [Male protagonist is a regular man, has women but no main female lead.] Xu Sanyan, born as a horse bandit, understands the harsh truth that human life is as insignificant as grass. Kill, or be killed. To survive, he cuts off his compassion, unleashing his darkest self. For a single cultivation technique, he slaughtered a city and wiped out villages. For a spell manual, he cut down those he once cherished. From the "Blood Demon Corpse Refining Technique" to the "Soul-Condensing Ghost Art," his cold blade drips with countless lives. In a world like this, he knows reliance on others is futile. Xu Sanyan’s only desire is to wield his blade and cultivate his inner strength to claim the celestial fruits beyond the Nine Heavens. Translator's Note: if you think this story might be similar to Korean "Demon Sect" stories then be warned because the themes explored in this novel maybe too graphic and inappropriate for certain audiences. Although I have seen reviews on my previous novel (RDC) stating that it wasn't as demonic as the synopsis made it out to be. But since I am bringing this to you, I feel this is my responsibility to put in this disclaimer. Still in the beginning phases of translation, so I don't know how true the synopsis is to the story. If you do find it to your tastes don't forget to leave a 5-star review. Read ahead on Pa.treon@CindelTL
CinderTL · 8.1K Views

The President Fell for His White House Cleaner

Meet Eleanor "Ellie" Chen, a spirited and somewhat clumsy 38-year-old woman whose life takes an unexpected detour from her quiet hometown in a powerful, unnamed Eastern nation to the bustling heart of the United States (the "Most Powerful Nation"). After a series of bewildering mishaps and an immigration snafu she still can't quite explain, Ellie finds herself with one peculiar job offer: a cleaner at the illustrious White House. Armed with her trusty mop, an unusual knack for attracting chaos, and a complete lack of filter, Ellie is a fish out of water in the highly formal, meticulously ordered world of presidential politics. From accidentally flooding the Oval Office to mistaking a foreign dignitary for a lost delivery man, her tenure at the White House is a constant source of eye-rolling exasperation and bewildered amusement for the staff. Enter President Jonathan "Jon" Sterling, the most powerful man in the world. He's known for his decisive nature, his sharp wit, and a surprisingly short fuse when it comes to presidential protocol. Initially, Ellie is nothing more than a bizarre, yet oddly charming, nuisance. But as her unvarnished honesty, unexpected insights, and hilarious misadventures slowly chip away at his presidential facade, Jon finds himself inexplicably drawn to this woman who sees past the title to the man underneath. "The President Fell for His White House Cleaner" is a hilarious, heartwarming, and utterly improbable romantic comedy about an ordinary woman stumbling into the most extraordinary of love stories. With a backdrop of White House antics, laugh-out-loud misunderstandings, and a sprinkling of international intrigue from Ellie's mysterious past, this novel proves that love can blossom in the most unlikely of places, even between the leader of the free world and his favorite — and most chaotic — cleaner.
xiandan · 11.3K Views

Reincarnated as a Mushroom?

BLURB > He was reborn by mistake. Raised with purpose. Loved by a god. Worshipped by monsters. And the galaxy doesn’t stand a fucking chance. Irvine’s soul took one wrong turn through the wheel of karma and woke up in a body grown by an intergalactic hivemind goddess with boundary issues and galaxy-sized ambition. Now he’s the golden child of a psychic swarm that feeds on control and burns whole worlds for affection. With Crystal at the helm, warriors like Kimchi, relic-weapons like Kiya, and a council of psionic horrors eager to call him king, Irvine must choose what kind of god he wants to be. Because when a hivemind learns to love... ...it doesn’t know when to stop. The universe will kneel—or get devoured trying. SYNOPSIS Irvine didn’t ask to be reincarnated, but the cosmos had other plans. And it didn’t hand him a cheat code or a clean slate—just one random boon, selected by an uncaring divine roulette wheel. Good karma? Bad karma? Balanced as all fuck. Now he's reborn in the body of a psionically tuned alien hybrid, raised from psychic infancy by Crystal, the hivemind queen of a race so advanced they’ve abandoned individuality for shared omniscience. All except her baby boy. Irvine is the singularity inside the swarm, the first soul allowed to think, dream, and desire independently. Trained by warriors like Kimchi, advised by bio-symbiotes like Kiya, loved ferociously by hive sisters like Diane, and shadowed by powers ancient and unnamed, Irvine is both weapon and wielder, saint and sacrifice. But empires don’t run on hugs and handjobs. As Crystal expands her dominion—across star systems and sentient nebulae—Irvine must lead the charge through blood, fire, and psionic flame. His soul is still human. His body? Engineered for extinction. His heart? Not entirely his anymore.
LITTLE_LYTA · 110.2K Views

Reborn As A Ring

On the border of a kingdom named Caradel in a deep and great forest a man could be seen running, being chased by a group of men wearing armor as arrows flew in the air. One striking true to its target striking the man in the shoulder nevertheless the man continued running. The man named Baranor, a young man who had orange eyes black hair and tanned skin with a slight scruffy beard was running for his life while thinking to himself. 'How did this happen?!' Baranor running out of air feeling exhausted, and the blood flowing from his shoulder running down his back mixing with his sweat, Baranor stared in front of him only to see a drop off nearly 100 meters in front of him. The men behind him also seemed to notice that Baranor was running out of time, as nearly every single one of them let out a grin, as they approached the edge Baranor slowed to a halt, as did the men behind him. "Give up prince! Just accept what's to come, after all the throne is no longer yours to inherit!" Said the man leading the soldiers "I will never! Not after what you did to my men, not after what he did to my father!" Baranor replied "Hmph! So be it, I offer you life just for you to accept death" The man stated "Life? Life! you offer me death now or later, do you really think i'd be stupid enough to hand over the throne after witnessing your coupe against my father!" Baranor replied "Hmm, it seems your unwilling even till the end, Very well, Archer's! Fire!" The man commanded Baranor was now stuck between a rock and a hard place either jump off the cliff to a seemingly doomed fate or accept the fate that the man in front of him was offering. As he thought what he should do he heard the command the man spouted feeling the stress of the situation and his adrenalin nearly running out he decided. He'd rather die by his own hands than give the man in front of him that satisfaction! As he thought this he immediately took a step back falling to his doom. The man not expecting this looked rather confused only for his face to twist into a grin. 'Finally! Good riddance my dear prince!' The man said as he looked as the boy fell through the tough branches of the trees below Baranor looking up at one of the men that betrayed him thought to himself 'Is this how i really die? Well what can i say, i tried, i gave it my all.......' As Baranor was accepting his fate he thought back on his life only to be filled with rage 'No! I refuse to accept this laying down! Quintin I will come for you! I will come for all those who dare raise their sword to their king! No matter what! even if i have to accept a deal from the devi-' that was the last thought Baranor had before he hit the ground When Baranor hit the ground he didn't even feel the pain, just the shock, as it traveled through his body as his eyes slowly blurred he built up all his will to not pass out 'I refuse! I have to keep moving!' Baranor thought as he turned his body over back up When Baranor was starting to lose hope he started to hear faint whispers as he looked at the direction the whispers came he saw a cave, almost as if the whispers were drawing him in he forced himself to crawl and keep crawling, no matter what Baranor refused to stop crawling. Finally when Baranor arrived to where he heard the faint whispers they became louder almost screaming in his head as he saw it, a ring, resting on what looked to be an ancient place holder for it. Baranor grabbed the ring and lay on his back as he gathered his strength and said "My Fate! Is my own!" As he slid the ring on his finger. -------------------- -Author here Just a quick disclaimer! This novel is heavily inspired by lord of the rings if you couldn't tell also it's because i only ever saw one other story on a ring.
Soul_Monarch000 · 51.4K Views
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