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Another Doomsday: Moving for Peace, Waking Up Pregnant in Apocalypse

They say life’s full of plot twists—well, Bai Xiaotong’s life is more like a plot pretzel, twisted in all the wrong places. After centuries of fighting in dungeons that suddenly descended into the Murim World, she thought she'd earned a peaceful retirement. Yet, after buying a dimensional ticket to cross realms, she ends up face-to-face with an even bigger disaster. Goodbye, dungeon gates and loot drop. Welcome to a world crawling with walking deads! Where each bite turns the living into rotting husks of undead. "I bought a wayfarer item to peacefully retire in another human world, not to clean up another horde of monsters! Do I look so bored to change places just to go hunting?! I didn’t sign up for this mess—” she grumbles, dodging a zombie horde. Why does it feel like she was attracting every apocalypse in the multiverse? Where’s the peaceful world she paid millions of cosmic credits for? Wait, did she pay for a doomsday subscription instead and was auto-renewing?! Damn. How could she end up in a dumpster fire, filled with weak humans who can’t even handle brain-dead corpses in a trance? “Seriously, how does anyone lose to that?” But in reality, it’s not the monsters and weak humans that are giving her gray hairs—it’s the fact that... “AHH! Why does my stomach keep on growing? Darn, it hurts, I think it’s going to explode!” “Ow shi— did I peed myself?” No. Wait, what the hell? Someone tell her, it wasn’t her water! The apocalypse? She can handle that. But childbirth during an apocalypse? That's a whole different level of nightmare. “Hey, you can’t come out yet!” This is insane. At least wait until she figures out where’s the father, ah! --- WSA2025 Entry
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The Adopted Prince's cursed Bride

Born of a lineage shrounded in blood and magic, Zhanna seemed to be cursed from her first breath. She was special in her clan, the only witch to not have powers, all she wanted was to live a normal life but 'fate' as it seemed wouldn't allow her. She was born into royalty, nearly killed by magicians and sought among warriors. In her past life, she was used and disposed off like trash but the heavens gave her another chance to make it right...Driven by revenge to kill her former husband, she felt everything was possible, unaware of a stronger emotion. She had a plan, HE spoilt the plan. He had made a vow but on her behalf he broke the vow. They both contradicted in so many ways but as they say 'unlike charges attract'. Who is HE? Prince Shura, a well known and feared Dragon-Warrior. He was adopted into Royalty, bound by a vow to destroy the witches. Shura's world takes an unexpected turn when he falls for Zhanna, a mysterious and enchanting woman whose secrets unravel everything he stands for. As love blossoms, danger looms. Zhanna's forbidden lineage and her thirst for justice put her on the path of doom and Shura's vow may force him to choose between his hearth and his duty. Would Zhanna indirectly turn the world into an apocalypse by quitting her revenge mission or would she let love control her and lead her into destruction? Would Shura break his vow or would he kill the 'evil', the love of his life? In a world where justice and love clashes, which do you think would win? P.S: Just read the story, I'm pretty bad at writing synopsis
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For Me, For Us, For Everyone

Cigarette smoke curls in the stagnant air, the dim glow of a dying bulb casting twisted shadows against the walls littered with half-torn articles and red-thread connections. Somewhere between the ink-stained papers and the scattered pills, a man sits—silent, unmoving, staring blankly at a stuffed monkey in a clown suit. A detective, they call him. A man of justice, a solver of mysteries. But behind the applause and empty praises, behind the sharp smiles and hollow congratulations, he is nothing but a walking contradiction—one hand holding a case file, the other exchanging cash for little plastic sachets. His mind is a labyrinth of voices, whispers that coil around his thoughts like suffocating vines. His brother grins at him from the corners of his vision, eyes glinting with the truth he refuses to face. His father’s voice is gentle, forgiving—too forgiving. Too much for a man who doesn’t deserve it. Each pill swallowed is another step into the illusion, another moment of stolen happiness before the weight of reality drags him under. He walks the city streets, drowning in faces that admire him, loathe him, see him as something he is not. He is both a hero and a villain, a detective and a criminal, a man trying to outrun the past while shackled to its corpse. And at the end of the night, when the echoes of the world fall away, all that remains is the darkness, the whispers, and the suffocating truth—he can never escape them.
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