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Battle Of Palaces

Palace Fighting: Naive Concubines' Ascent to Power

In the first episode, Little Palace Maid Lian Hua, holding tea leaves, thought to curry favor with Zhaoyi. The Emperor intercepted her halfway, and before she could react, he hijacked her tea leaves, leaving her bewildered. In the second episode, she wanted to curry favor with the Noble Consort. During the Noble Consort's birthday feast, she hadn't even presented the meticulously prepared tea leaves before the Emperor seized them, leaving her aggrieved. In the third episode, she had just sneaked out with the Palace Maids to pick bamboo shoots, planning to go back and cook something delicious when the Emperor burst out of nowhere wanting to freeload a meal. If it wasn't tasty, he would punish her, she managed to barely pass muster by exerting all her energy. Before she could feel relieved, the Emperor told her he was also staying to sleep! This time, he was thoroughly taking advantage of her, enjoying free food and lodging without the slightest intention of rewarding her. At night, the more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. All the silver she had saved up in earlier years had been used to sustain the Emperor. Now that the money was gone, she feared being punished for not being able to support him in the future. The more she thought, the sadder she got, her tears plopping down, which woke the Emperor sleeping beside her. In a flurry, the Emperor consoled her, "There, there, don't cry, don't cry. I haven't even had time to reward you, how could I punish you!" After much consoling, and finally with his promise to provide for her sustenance, she turned her tears into laughter. The Emperor breathed a sigh of relief. This Little Concubine would need to be favored properly from now on—he dared not make her cry again. →→【This story has concluded, thank you for reading】→→ New book recommendation: "Consort of the Roll-Royce is Here, Run!"—It's a good read! Please add it to your favorites.
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Battle in Camo: The Warfront Beyond the Veil

The year was 20XX, and the United States of America, once the self-proclaimed leader of the free world, had become its own worst enemy. It all started with an egoist president, a man who campaigned on rage and ruled with greed. He promised to "Make America Great Again—For Real This Time." But his policies weren't about greatness. They were about power. About control. The economy crumbled under the weight of corruption. Infrastructure collapsed. The rich hoarded resources, while the poor scraped for survival. The people who had voted for him—out of desperation, ignorance, or sheer stupidity—realized too late they had been sold a lie. Then came the phrase that changed everything. "Deny, Defend, Depose." It started as graffiti on city walls. A whisper in underground forums. A chant in the streets. It was a call to arms, a beacon for the oppressed. And it had a name attached to it. Luigi Mango. A man who shouldn't have existed. A man who the government feared more than war itself. Some called him a hero. Others called him a terrorist. The government labeled him Public Enemy Number One, blaming him for the assassination of a powerful healthcare CEO—a man whose greed had denied millions access to life-saving treatments. But there was a problem. The evidence didn't add up. The security footage was grainy. The photo of the alleged killer didn't match Luigi's description. And the timeline placed him miles away from the crime scene. Was Luigi Mango even real? Or was he just a fabrication, a symbol people created to give their anger a name? Either way, the world was watching. Luigi was thrown into a high-security prison, cut off from the outside world. The government threatened to execute him if the protests didn't stop. But instead of quelling the rebellion, the move backfired. The people took to the streets, their chants echoing through the ruins of once-great cities: "Free Luigi Mango!" The phrase became a rallying cry, a symbol of resistance against a corrupt and broken system. Graffiti of Luigi's face—often accompanied by the words "Deny, Defend, Depose"—covered every wall. Protesters wore T-shirts with his name, and social media was flooded with hashtags demanding his release. But the government didn't relent. They doubled down, deploying the military to crush the uprising. Cities burned. The streets ran red with blood. Yet, the people refused to back down. They had nothing left to lose. As America tore itself apart, the rest of the world saw an opportunity. Countries that had long resented American dominance began to flex their power. Nations formed new alliances. Old rivalries erupted into full-scale war. The first bomb dropped on Washington D.C. at 3:42 AM. By sunrise, New York was burning. The president, in his final act of desperation, launched nuclear weapons at anyone he deemed a threat. China. Russia. The Middle East. Even European allies weren't spared. The world retaliated. Fire consumed the planet. And then, the portals appeared. During a brutal battle, a strange rift materialized on the battlefield—a swirling vortex of light and energy in the shape of a gate. The soldiers, the governments, the rebels—all froze. It was as if time itself held its breath. The smell of burning corpses and gunpowder still filled the air, but for the first time in years, there was silence.
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