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The day Louis discovered his girlfriend's betrayal, he died from a gunshot wound to the head. Fortunately, fate smiled on him and allowed him to be reincarnated in a magical world as the youngest son of an SSS-class family. That same day, he awakened his Class—an event that should have marked the beginning of his rise. Instead, it marked his downfall. [Ding! You have awakened an SSS-Rank Class.] [Class: God of Money] [Rank: SSS] A god? Yes, that's beautiful. But a god of money? In the eyes of his proud family, that title was a joke—an insult. The weakest, most useless Class imaginable. So, they banished him, stripped him of the family name, and cast him aside without a second thought. But they were unaware of his skill, abilities, and the potential that money could bring. He smiled as he saw himself banished and looked at the system. “If you fire me, it's okay. I'll keep creating missions even if I end up in a garbage dump, and I'll come back for your heads someday.” Two system messages flashed before him. [Your actions generate money, and money makes you stronger.] [You have the ability to create missions.] Under the influence of his newly acquired Class, he will delve into all the magical paths this world offers, become embroiled in political intrigue, and conquer kingdoms on his own. "Money? I'm the God. Women? That's fine—I have plenty.

Well, life was a bitch, and Kayden Shawn never knew the true extent of it till he faced his 8th rejection of his so-called masterpiece—a BL manuscript. And as if that wasn't enough, his rival got the contract once again, pushing his cherished book to the mud. Kayden, being enraged, decided to give them his piece of mind, but he didn't foresee waking up into the same rival script— The cringe Cinderella fairytale romance that his hated rival wrote. And what makes it worse was that it was a straight romance. A fucking straight romance. But there was a twist. A scheming fairy godmother was lurking around planning God knows what. And not to mention that he was given an ultimatum: in order to survive, he must seduce the crown prince of the novel—well, Cinderella’s Prince Charming—but it's easier said than done when the bitch kept lurking around. And to mention that the goddamn plot kept coming in his way, ruining things for him. But he wasn't called a master strategist for nothing, and you know the feeling when you want a forbidden fruit—nothing tastes better than it. Yes! Kayden wants it, especially when it's from your fellow man. A supposed straight man. Not to mention that Cinderella is gonna watch as he steals her man under her cute little nose. How great will it be to turn a famous heroine into a villainess and a branded villain into a hero? Who says fairy tales have to end the same way? Even with all these perfect laid out plans, nothing could prepare Kayden for the dark secrets and powers that lurk around the castle, even with the prince waiting to consume him whole. NOTE: Our mc is sassy Highly erotic the MC uses lots of insultive language. Fast burn, I don't do slow burn. face slapping of course. last but not the least we have strong mc, they is nothing I despise more than weak mc.

Mira Kim has three goals in life: survive her tyrant boss, avoid emotional entanglements, and one day watch Jeon Jaehyuk aka her boss to trip over his own arrogance. Mira’s job as an executive assistant to Korea’s coldest CEO is already a daily disaster- between impossible deadlines, sarcastic insults, and a boss who seems personally offended by happiness. But when a bizarre late-night incident flips her world upside down, she finds herself entangled in a secret far too ridiculous to believe… yet impossible to ignore. All she wanted was a raise. What she got was absolutely unhinged. Feathers. Fury. Feelings she did not authorize. One thing’s for sure, this is not in her job description. Note: Ladies and gentlemen, the entire story is told from Mira’s unhinged perspective. Buckle up.

She was never meant to wear the crown. He was never meant to fall. But fate doesn't ask permission. In the kingdom of Velaris — where every rose has thorns and every noble smile hides a blade — Lady Lyra of House Norwyn is thrust into a deadly dance of power, pride, and passion. Duke Kaelrin, cold-hearted and untouchable, dismisses her with a single cruel remark. But when their worlds collide at court, insults turn into challenges… and sparks turn into something far more dangerous. As gossip ignites across gilded halls and war brews behind velvet curtains — Will Lyra guard her heart, or lose it to the man who was never meant to love?

Idol show for dead people? Rayen was suddenly thrown into a supernatural idol show after meeting an untimely death at the peak of his career as a band vocalist. Upon waking up in a strange building, with a creepy stalker fan claiming to have written his entire biography, and a strange jukebox demanding him to perform, he learned of his death and found himself in a bizarre situation. [Please select a song to dance.] "What? Dance? I don't know how to dance!" [Select a song or disappear?] "Ain't no way I'm gonna dance!" [If you want to revive, become an idol.] "Screw revival! I don't want to dance!" Notes: Some scenes would be inspired by widely circulated memes or cultural phenomena, but these elements have been purely fictionalized for creative purposes, and do not reflect the real individuals and events they may have originated from. Poems will be written by me, but some will be based on songs. Discord server: linktr.ee/FriJie

What if your worst enemies suddenly became your most devoted allies—because you turned them into irresistible, enchanting femboys? Meet Cecil: a cunning, ruthless mastermind hiding an extraordinary power beneath his calm exterior. With a single stroke of his feathered pen, he transforms those who dare to cross him into beautiful, loyal members of his ever-growing harem. But this isn’t some silly game—it's a calculated campaign to build a nation unlike any other. In a world of secrets, magic, and brutal politics, Cecil must navigate a treacherous landscape filled with dangerous foes and hidden agendas. His targets? Only those who insult, threaten, or betray him. His allies? A charming, fiercely loyal band of femboys who live by his side in a shadowy sanctuary. If you think power is all about strength and magic, think again. For Cecil, true power lies in control, seduction, and a pen that changes fate. Welcome to the Velvet Court—where loyalty is beautiful, and revenge is intoxicating.

They called it a blessing. But for Tithonus, eternal life became an unending curse. Loved by Eos, Goddess of the Dawn, he was granted immortality, but not eternal youth. Time, insulted and unchecked, watched him wither across centuries, a husk of the man he once was, breathing only because the gods demanded it. Until the dawn wept blood. Eos, burdened by the agony she’d caused, drove a god-forged blade through her own heart and into his. And from her sacrifice, he was born anew. Not as a man. Not as a god. But as something in between. Now, in a world that has forgotten him, under skies where dawn no longer rises, Tithonus walks again, young, whole, and burning with the memory of love and loss. The gods thought time had claimed him. But Time has debts. And Tithonus has begun to collect

"If fate wants me to suffer, it should have picked someone else!" —Raven. Raven wakes up as the protagonist of his favorite novel. He knows the brutal storyline that makes grown men weep. The original protagonist endured it all, but Raven has no plans to play along. He has a system, but that broken thing has everything locked. He has knowledge of the plot, but no clue what twists the author hid beyond what he read. He has a choice to suffer like before or rewrite everything. The tragic twists? Fuck them The heartbreaking losses? Skip them Pointless sacrifices? Save them No more misery for the sake of character growth. This time, he is writing his own legend and a story worth remembering! ............................................. What you can get from the story: - 1. A good laugh. 2. A harem that isn't braindead. 3. An MC who grows (both physically and mentally) as the story goes. 4. An MC who wants to avoid trouble, no matter what kind it is as he already has a lot of trouble in his life, but that doesn't mean he would smile if you insult him (he ain't a pushover). 5. A plot where every character would feel alive. 6. A plot with no yuri or NTR; those are not my cup of tea. ............................................. Also, if you guys want in on my discord channel, this is the invite link to my discord server: https://discord.gg/9RgqByvQHU

Hunted for the Alchemical Book in her hand - Mu Ruyue wakes up in the body of a wastrel in Shenwu Continent - a martial arts dominated world. Her fiancé has jilted her in favor of her foster sister. Her father condones her abuse. Her younger sister wishes she was never born. And the whole country ridicules and insults her for being a first-rate wastrel. Wastrel? Not at all. With the Alchemical Book in her hand, what pills and elixirs can't she refine? Jilted? She'd rather marry the pure and innocent Ghost King, Ye Wuchen. ---- Mu Ruyue: Stop calling me Sister! Ye Wuchen: Can I call you Wife then? Mu Ruyue: Not that either! Ye Wuchen: (about to cry) Mu Ruyue: (sighs) Suit yourself. Ye Wuchen then leans forward and kisses the corners of her lips. Mu Ruyue: …Did a child just steal her first kiss? ---- Brother 1: Let her go! Brother 2: She is my mother, why should I let go of her! Brother 1: Don't ever think of robbing my mother! Mu Ruyue: Let me introduce you, Jing'er, this is your younger brother. Huang'er, this is your elder brother. Huang'er: Mother, this stupid boy bullied me. He's not my brother. Jing'er: Little guy, from now on, you must listen to me. Ye Wuchen: (How exactly do these two regard him? They dare fight over his wife in front of him...)

At the age of eleven, the youth Ye Xuan's soul traveled through time to the distant Mythical Era, becoming an Undying monster emerging from the Emperor's Burial Ground, influencing one era after another. Yet behind Ye Xuan, an invisible force manipulated everything. Struggling to take control of his fate, Ye Xuan exhausted all means, but just as he was on the brink of success, he was betrayed by his disciple and wife, causing his soul to slumber for ninety thousand years. When Ye Xuan awoke, he found himself back in his own body and had become the son-in-law of the Emperor Immortal Sect, treated by others as a fool. The story begins from here. Eternal Emperor Soul, returned overnight. From then on, an emperor rose as a son-in-law, ushering in an invincible myth that dominated through the ages! Simplified version: The foolish son-in-law, soul returned, rose in one morning, invincible through all ages. Show-off version: "I am invincible; do as you please." — Ye Xuan. Meme version: That year, my hands in my pockets, I knew no rivals.

Under a crimson moon, Brian discovered that just like some rare extreme psychopaths, he also acquired a miraculous ability: to fulfill the lingering attachment of the remains and receive gifts from the corpses. While he felt joy, there was also a bit of confusion. Being of good conduct and benevolent to others, why did he also receive the crimson moon's gift? This was the greatest insult to his noble character!!!

What makes dragons strong? It's not their power or magic, but their mind. Arrogance, greed, Iron Will, and the lack of human restraints. What would happen if you threw such a creature into human society? Would they understand humans? What does love even mean to them? This is the situation that our MC, Arad Orion found himself in. A newborn dragon bringing "Might make Right" to the humanoids, but why? Due to an abnormal condition, the mighty void dragons are on the brink of extinction. Their bodies have suddenly started rejecting their kind. Due to that, Arad's mother dropped his egg into a forest where he could hatch safely, leaving him with a fragment of her consciousness and informing him of the condition of their race. From that point, his goal became clear. To save their race by either finding a cure for their condition or going the second route of making more void dragons. But, sadly, nothing is ever that easy. Finding a cure is almost impossible. Arad is still practically a newborn and cannot tap into the terrifying might of his race, and his rarity makes him a prime target for mages and scholars seeking to study the dying race. Dragons are arrogant, proud, and vicious. Yet those feeling extends to those whom they love. You who touched a dragon's love, Retribution is an insult, and life is a crime. Beware as merely existing draws the dragon's wrath. Follow Arad on his journey as he grows from a naive wyrmling to a grown dragon with enough wisdom and power to stand with the strongest of the world. *** If you liked the story, please support it with power stones and comments! The story now has a Discord server. Please visit it to see character art by me and the community. https://discord.gg/CPJXDj6Adg *** You can contact me at Discord at any time Alen_Tanor#1599 And last. Please don't forget to leave a review, it really helps!

One minute, he was scrolling memes. The next? Crushed by a piano and yeeted into the afterlife. Enter System 707: snarky, glitchy, and very much not interested in customer service. Now stuck in the Multi-Existence Synchronization Protocol - aka: “die, jump worlds, survive if you can” - our unlucky (...or lucky?) protagonist is reincarnating across increasingly unhinged realities. Skills transfer, memories stick, and dying? Unfortunately still on the menu. He never signed up for romance, but fate (and System 707's terrible sense of humor) keeps throwing him into tangled soul-deep connections with the same man - or versions of him, over and over again. One world at a time, one sarcastic reboot later, he’s realizing the rules of existence aren’t just broken - they’re personalized chaos. Fall in love. Try not to die. And whatever you do, don’t piss off the system. Because dying once is unfortunate. Dying again? That’s just Tuesday.

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned. When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation. “Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac. “Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.” Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier. But vengeance turns slippery when every insult she hisses ignites his obsession, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more." The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?

In the year 2099, humanity stood on the precipice of a new frontier a shimmering threshold that bridged reality and imagination. The dawn of virtual existence was heralded by the rise of “Arcane Crusade,” a game so advanced it blurred the lines between flesh and code, creating an immersive world where dreams could be lived. until the old gods saw this artificial reality to be humanities downfall and a insult to their authority, with their own personal reason the old gods, they made the famous virtual game Real, and synchronized those who were connected toward their game Avatar , thus facing real consequences, rather than just entertaining themselves.

For every insult, every betrayal, and every moment of pain—he made a choice. To become the strongest. Not just to avenge those who cast him aside, but to make his voice echo across every realm. He won’t stop at punishing the city that abandoned him. Even the system itself will kneel. I am Itaru Myon.' Welcome to my world.' ---

{MATURE— DARK ROMANCE, MENTION OF SA ON AND OFF SCREEN, BULLY, ABUSE} Read the warning before clicking to read, thank you. In a world ruled by wolves, I am the mistake that breathes. Well, my name is Lisa and I’m twenty one years old. I am the girl with no wolf. No rank. No name worth remembering. Just a human girl trapped in a pack that never wanted me. Scrubbing floors, serving tables, surviving insults , I’ve learned to stay invisible. Until the night of the coronation. Until them. Three brothers. Three Alphas. Fated by blood. Feared by all. And somehow, fated… to me? I didn’t ask for the bond. I didn’t ask for the fire in their eyes when they looked at me, or the hate that followed. I was never meant to belong to anyone, much less them. But fate is cruel, and the Moon has secrets she’s just begun to whisper. You think I will still be alive to tell the story

Three days. That’s how close I was to marrying Alistair, the man I’d loved for six years, the man whose life I’d literally saved with my own rare blood. I was just admiring the final pearl on my wedding dress, a gown I’d poured my soul into, when he called. The wedding? Off. He was marrying my stepsister, Ivy. Her dying wish, he said. Six months to live, maybe less. The kicker? He’d already taken my wedding dress from my studio for her. Just like that, six years, countless transfusions, our shared dreams – all tossed aside for the girl who’d made my life a living hell since childhood. He even offered me “compensation,” as if my future had a price tag. But if Alistair and Ivy thought I’d just crumble, they seriously underestimated me. They wanted my fiancé? Fine. But it would cost them. First, our multi-million-dollar fashion company, Evening Gala – built on my designs, my vision. He signed it over. Then, a cool million for the stolen dress. He paid. Another million for the wedding jewelry they dared to ask me to hand over for Ivy. Cha-ching. You’d think they’d learn. But no. Their next proposal was the most insulting yet: Alistair actually suggested that I should just wait. That after Ivy’s ‘inevitable’ passing in a few months, he and I could just pick up where we left off, have an even better wedding. Seriously? Enough was enough. If Ivy wanted to play bride with my life, she was going to get a taste of what happens when you push someone too far. Let's just say her hospital room celebration involved a lot more smoke, water, and screaming than she bargained for, all thanks to a little wedding gift from yours truly. Now they know I’m not the same Hazel they could walk all over. I’ve got my company, a pile of their cash, and a whole lot of scores to settle. They think this is over? This game of revenge is just getting started. And believe me, I play to win.

After a tragic and vain death, Kenjiro "Bombom" Tanaka, a bodybuilder obsessed with his own muscular physique, is reincarnated into a new world called Eldoria. To his horror, he awakens in the body of a beautiful, slender goth femboy—the complete opposite of everything he valued. In this strange new world, physical strength is considered primitive, while androgynous beauty is the ultimate source of power, fame, and social currency. Forced to navigate a society where his new, delicate form is revered as a rare treasure, Kenjiro is consumed by a desire to regain the power he lost. His journey for revenge against a mysterious rogue scientist who insulted him leads him to join the Femboy Adventuring Guild. Alongside a bizarre and flirty cast of characters, including the guild's sharp-witted CEO and a comically earnest knight, Kenjiro must undertake missions, earn money through humiliating social media posts, and grapple with a mysterious new power that seems tied to the muscular man he used to be. The story follows his hilarious and frustrating quest to adapt to his new reality, find a different kind of strength, and maybe, just maybe, get payback.

"I married you," He whispers and nuzzles into my neck, "No one has the right to insult or humiliate the woman I chose to be my wife..." "Even if she cannot wait for your throne built on bones to crumble down?" I retorted sharply and tore my gaze from the body lying inches away from us. "Even if she is about to shove a dagger in my heart." My eyes widen and the dagger within my grasp collides with the ground. George grins. ----- Anastasia is betrothed to the King of Keyes in her sister’s place from one day to the next, and she may not know a lot about life, but she knows she does not want to be a wife - much less a Queen in waiting. And not to the man who murdered her father in cold blood. She is set to make him pay for everything, watch his castle of blood crumble down, and enjoy it all while she's at it; but it's a good thing all he wants is to take her heart and then take her to bed.

When medical student Lior Atheria desperately needs money for her mother's cancer treatment, she never expected salvation to come from the arrogant billionaire she insulted at a coffee shop. Lucien Pembroke owns half the city and controls a multi-billion dollar empire, but he can't complete the most important merger of his career without a wife. The solution? A contract marriage with the defiant little woman who dared to call him "unnecessarily complicated." But Lucien's world is darker than Lior ever imagined. Family secrets, dangerous enemies, and a past betrayal that shaped him into the ruthless man he is today. When their fake marriage puts her in the crosshairs of his enemies, Lucien will do anything to protect what's his. Even if it means keeping her captive in his penthouse prison. Warning: Contains mature content (18+)

"His girlfriend died three years ago. So why is she standing at his door?" A monster who craves warmth. A comically suicidal guy who’s suspiciously good at disposing of bodies. And a dystopian world where death is basically part of the interior design. This is a horror-romance slice-of-death story about a man and the monster pretending to be his girlfriend who may or may not love him back. No plot roadmap. Just emotional outbursts and murder. Updates when my brain permits. It’s my first work, so I’m posting it here for tips, feedback, and the occasional concerned DM. All insults on my professionalism are accepted and encouraged. Also, try seaweed and apple cider. It slaps. You’ll either thank me, or fight God for making you allergic to this masterpiece after being sent to heaven. But either way, it's worth it. Anyway, back to the novel: I dropped it. I gave up on webnovels. It's too hard. My tiny overthinking 14-year old mind cannot handle this. And I just suck at writing. I'll come back if I'm better.

This is a tale of ruthless ambition, cunning strategy, and relentless struggle. From a powerless orphan to a baron, from the weakest barony to the mightiest in the realm—this is the rise of a man who would stop at nothing to carve out his legacy. Abandoned and forgotten, he started with nothing—no name, no allies, and no hope. But what he lacked in privilege, he made up for in will. Each slight was remembered, each insult repaid. With every move, he clawed his way upward—not through brute strength, but through sheer intellect, manipulation, and brutal efficiency. In a world ruled by bloodlines and blades, where loyalty is bought and peace is a lie, he turned enemies into pawns, allies into weapons, and rivals into stepping stones. Where others saw tradition, he saw weakness. Where others hesitated, he struck. And as the banners of ancient houses burned and kings trembled in their thrones, one name rose above all—his.

Destruction was everywhere. Buildings lay crumbled around him, and corpses littered the cracked, broken roads. The sky burned red as the sun dipped below the horizon, the air thick with the stench of burning flesh and floating ash. Amid the dozens of bodies strewn across the street, one young man lay bleeding, motionless. Three rusted spears were embedded deep in his chest and abdomen. Anyone who saw him would know — he didn’t have long left. ‘Ah… it hurts. It hurts so bad…’ ‘Anyone… help… I— I don’t want to die…’ ‘I’ll do anything… please…’ The pain was too much, he wanted to scream, but he could not. He wanted to reached out, but he couldn't. He'll do anything to live once more — a second chance. [Ding! Your wishes have been heard!] [A distant force is calling to your soul…] [Will you accept?] ▸ [Yes]    ▢ [No] Additional Tags: Skill, System, Gods, Goddesses, Academy, Revenge, no simp, Misunderstanding, Skill Maker, Anime, Creative-Mc, villains, monster, dungeon, portals, elf, memes, cat girl, funny, milfs (hopefully by this people can find this more lol)

Yuto Sakamura was just another tired office worker, until he saw something he wasn’t supposed to. Now he's dead... kind of. Reincarnated in another world as a bottom-tier Demon King Intern, Yuto must navigate glitchy systems, sarcastic goblins, and a kingdom that starts with a rock and zero toilets. Armed with cold logic, dark humor, and a very slow-growing power curve, he’ll climb from nothing to infamy, one absurd quest at a time. He’s not the hero this world wanted. He’s not even sure he’s the villain. But he will build an empire, eventually. **Credits** Huge thanks to the amazing people who helped bring this chaotic world to life: *InstantNoddles* - for the noodles and the narrative fuel *Lil Dasha* - for the cutest chaos and creative support *2Persona* - for dual perspectives and sharp plot insights Join the community, get sneak peeks, memes, and chapter updates: Discord: https://discord.gg/VxSM5P3J

On the day of her wedding to her childhood sweetheart, Natalie Ford received an unexpected gift: a marriage certificate. It stated that she was already married to a complete stranger—Aiden Handrix. While the wedding guests continued to mock and insult her, her lover Ivan decided to dump her, choosing to marry her half-sister Briena instead. To add insult to injury, she was thrown out of her home. To prove her innocence, Natalie Ford could only take one course of action - she had to find this mysterious Aiden Handrix and get to the bottom of this! The next day, there was news trending on the TV. Justin Harper, the heir of the richest family in the Bayford was returning home. Natalie’s eyes narrowed at the TV screen. ‘Why does this man look exactly like the man in the picture of my wedding certificate?’ In the quest of uncovering the mystery behind her said marriage, she decided to follow him and ask personally. “Are you married?” “No.” “Do you have a twin brother?” “No?” “By chance you heard the name Aiden Handrix?” “No.” “Then, who the hell are you?’ “Your brother.” “Wait, what?” “Yes. Now pack your bags and come home with me.” First got a husband out of the blue and now a brother with the same face? Was god creating clones and offering them to her with different relationships?

#Rated 18-Mature Themes Violet’s life was never her own—her father’s crushing debt made sure of that. But when the debt collector kidnaps her as payment, she takes a desperate deal: become a servant and spy on the mysterious and tyrannical Lord Cain, the ruler of her Werewolf district. There’s just one catch: Lord Cain only permits male servants in his house. Disguised as a boy, Violet cuts her hair, flattens her chest, and dons a voice-altering band to pull off the deception. Everything goes according to plan—until Cain, a man known for his cold personality starts to take a peculiar interest in her. Violet’s disguise becomes a prison as she battles her own growing attraction to him. But this is no love story. Cain’s obsession to her is dangerous. Beneath his icy gaze lies a mind fractured by years of affliction by a curse. A curse made by Violet's biological mother: A powerful witch. ************* "TAKE IT OFF!" Violet’s knees nearly buckled at the thunderous command, her chest tightening with panic. The raw anger in Cain’s voice was as sharp as a blade. "My lord! I-I’m a man!" she stammered, gripping her shirt tightly, her fingers trembling as they clung to the fabric. "I don't like other men!" she cried, a desperate plea in her voice since the second she took her shirt off and he discovered that she was a woman was the moment she died. Painfully. Cain’s glare was unyielding, his voice dropping into a growl. "Don’t insult me, You think I do. You kissed me!" Her breath hitched as he stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "If you don’t take it off," he said, his tone low and dangerous, "I’ll rip it off myself." Violet’s mind raced, panic threatening to overwhelm her. She couldn’t let him find out—he’d kill her. Painfully. Glancing away to avoid his gaze when she caught the undeniable bulge in his trousers. Heat flushed her face, her thoughts spinning in desperation at the only idea she could think of to make him back off. 'This has to work. It has to…’

「 Do you really understand what being alone means? No, definitely not. Because a lonely person quietly observes.」 In a world where mysterious "Trames (Paths)" govern reality, Kim Honja is a cursed loner. Bearing a hidden power bound by a dark contract, he must find the boundary between reality and fiction before the world is completely swallowed by fiction. "As far back as I can remember, I've always been a loner, a boy who was a bit apart but whom everyone deemed ordinary. When I say I was lonely, I'm not referring to the loneliness that some people might have felt from rejection, insults, or being ignored. I'm talking about true loneliness, a profound solitude in which everything appears dull; you stand alone facing yourself, which is the most terrifying thing." ======================== Original title: 저주받은 혼자 시점 https://discord.gg/QKbgJ9NkYy Wiki and more: https://hana-publishing.gitbook.io/fool-squid Uploads: Tuesday, Thursday ; (Sunday) at 7 pm | CEST timezone Chapter Length: 1500 - 3000 words

IT only took one splash of rainwater and one perfectly delivered insult for Becky Blaze to crash into Dante Marcono’s life. He’s dangerous, quiet, and absurdly rich. A cold-hearted heir with a smirk that could make kingdoms fall. She’s the storm. He’s the calm. Until she grabs his collar and makes the world tilt. Becky is loud, proud, and never backs down. Dante doesn’t do messy. But when her fire meets his ice, their world becomes anything but predictable. One argument turns to obsession. One glare becomes a challenge. One moment in the rain becomes the start of everything. She was never meant to be his. But he’s already calling her mine

I used to be the Supreme God of Everything—until I was reborn into the body of a pink-haired schoolgirl… wearing bunny slippers. Now, nine different cultivation systems are screaming in my brain, my teacher wants me to lead a harem club, and apparently, I'm married to the CEO of DaoMart? Oh, and the Heavens are calling. But I have memes to post, a midterm trial fight with a literal dragon, and a schoolgirl squad war to win. Who said reincarnation had to make sense?