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Blurb > What if you could farm stats, build muscle, earn money—and never lift a finger? Kim Do-hyun is a broke, chubby college gamer who awakens a skill so lame it’s practically a meme: Cloning (Lv. 1). But this "trash skill" turns out to be the biggest cheat in the awakened world—because when his clone trains, grinds, and suffers… Do-hyun gets stronger without doing anything. One body lives in bed. The other body becomes a legend. In a world ruled by stats, mana, and dungeons… Do-hyun is about to break the system from the shadows. --- Synopsis > In a world where 80% of humanity has awakened supernatural talents, life is a brutal competition. College loser Kim Do-hyun is barely surviving on game bots, instant noodles, and debt. That is, until a government-mandated awakening throws him into the spotlight… only to declare his power total trash. Cloning? Level one? Cooldown? One body? What a joke. But this clone is real. It sweats. It works. It eats. And when it trains… Do-hyun's stats increase. Now, while the clone grinds 24/7—running, working, even getting beat up—Do-hyun chills in bed, reaping the rewards. His strength rises. His body transforms. His life begins to change. But power attracts attention. And when an S-Rank hunter known only as The Jumper starts watching, Do-hyun realizes something terrifying: He might not be the only one cheating the system.

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.

"No! No! No!" "Don't just leave her!" "Fuck!" "You could have saved her during your whole minute monologue!" "Fuck This Edgy MC!" "If I were you, I can do better!" ... "Why?" "Why did you just leave them all?" "But you saved the others... with interests though... for literal 'fuck' sake..." ... "I want to save." "In my life." "At least one." "One damsel in distress." ----------------- Cover is not mine. Here is the link of the cover: https://wallpapercave.com/korean-girls-realistic-anime-wallpapers Specifically: https://wallpapercave.com/wp/wp3993127.png

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

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

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?

Synopsis: After forging the Pact of Crimson Hearts with the mysterious and dazzling Tachibana, Machio’s life takes a sudden turn—from mildly embarrassing to full-blown humiliating. The soul-thread that ties him to Tachibana now acts like a cosmic magnet... but instead of attracting noble allies or wise mentors, it only summons sadistic women with a twisted sense of affection! From gothic vampire ladies who want to "train" him like a pet, to overpowered exorcist girls who think making him dress in frilly outfits will "purify his spirit," Machio can't walk five steps without getting dragged into some new mortifying situation. Each encounter chips away at his dignity—and Nariyuki, being the best worst friend ever, documents it all for the memes. Meanwhile, Tachibana, secretly a little jealous but way too proud to admit it, tries to "protect" Machio... which somehow only makes the sadistic rivals more interested in stealing him away! As Machio struggles to uncover the mystery of their cursed bond, he must also survive a daily gauntlet of teasing, traps, and "punishment games" — all while desperately trying not to break the fragile soul-thread that now ties his fate to Tachibana’s. Because if he dies of humiliation… she does too. And so begins the most chaotic, ego-shattering love story across time. Genres: Romantic Comedy, Supernatural, Action, Sadistic Humor Tags: Vampire Princess, Cursed Romance, Sadistic Love Interests, Humiliation Comedy, Soul Bond, Destiny, Disaster Best Friend

Yuto Akiyama, a 25-year-old shut-in whose life revolved around being an ex-eSports strategist and notorious meme lord, meets an unceremonious end during a grueling 24-hour stream of World Warfare 4: Total Domination. Instead of a respawn screen, he awakens in a world ripped straight from a medieval fantasy, embroiled in a continent-spanning war. His digital dominion is replaced by the harsh reality of being conscripted as a mere private in the Kingdom of Braxium's beleaguered army.

" The most beautiful and best player is his lover" " The most beautiful and famous streamer is his lover" " The most beautiful and successful businesswoman is his lover" " The most beautiful and sexy underworld ladydon is his lover" " The most beautiful and sexy milf is his lover" " The most beautiful and sexy gilf is his lover" ......... ......... .......... " And who is he" " The only man worthy of all of them" "What the f..." •••••••••• The fulfilling life of a man having a little bit of time flow changing power. 2-4 chapters/week. Fix chapters every Monday & Friday. If you have any ideas for the future then write them in the comments/review section. I'll consider them seriously. The world is a parallel world almost identical to earth. But here the legal age for conscientious sex is 14+. Words from a great man, " You bookmarked this?? Ah! I see, you're a man of culture as well" * Kiss and Groping only. ** Snake and Kitty involved, no insertion. *** Full Thrust. Support on pat*reon patr*eon. com/drunken_undrunk remove space and * 8 chapters ahead of here there. This poor soul needs your help. A simple help will actually do a lot for me, Thank You. English is readable, some grammatical mistakes can be pointed out so be sure to tell me if there's any. Insta handle -- drunken_undrunk 《《IMPORTANT - Wallpaper is from His women's University Manhwa so if the writer ( Jae Hwan Baek ) want me to take down the wallpaper then please comment and I'll remove it ASAP. Please don't report.》》

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A world of hunters in which they hunt down creatures from another world in the form of gates and the dungeons inside them, with the power of cliche and memes anything is possible! "does that mean I could fly?" "no shit" "is that a gate that leads to another world?!" "what of course not they lead to dungeons!... Wait... Wha-

When the **System** assimilates Earth into a game-like reality, granting superhuman abilities to everyone, Jayden "Freak" Malone gets the most broken power of all—[Freak Mode]. "Rules? Stats? LOL. Do whatever you want." Now, the more unpredictable and absurd Jayden acts, the stronger he becomes. Punch a dragon? His fists gain anti-dragon properties. Insult a god? Temporary divine resistance. Eat a cursed sandwich? Poison immunity (and weird cravings). Armed with sheer chaos, Jayden trolls his way through dungeons, breaks quests, and turns epic battles into glitch-filled comedy shows. The System hates him, villains regret facing him, and his party members question their life choices. From taunting demon lords with a frying pan to accidentally becoming a meme-powered deity, Jayden’s journey is one insane exploit after another. Humor meets OP madness in this anti-System adventure where the only rule is— there are no rules. Note:- This is a deliberately absurd, nonsensical comedy logic, coherence, and the laws of reality have all taken a vacation. Proceed at your own risk." Note:- This is a super short story so there will be less than 20 chapters in it.

Zane Kingsley was just your average Gen-Z burnout. Jobless, broke, sleep-deprived, and emotionally sponsored by memes and sarcasm, he didn’t ask to wake up in another world. He especially didn’t ask to wake up in the corpse of Varell Duskshade—a disgraced noble who got himself expelled from the continent’s most elite magic academy by throwing a flaming chair at his professor. With no memories of this body, no magical knowledge, and no idea why his fingers keep glowing at the worst moments, Zane must now survive a school where bloodlines matter, failure equals exile, and everyone remembers what he did—except him. Oh, and there's a mysterious voice in his head that may or may not be a sentient error message from the universe. Armed with broken logic, a twisted sense of humor, and the kind of ideas that shouldn’t work but somehow do, Zane is about to take Eldryn by storm. One illogical spell at a time.

Meet Boom. Just Boom. (Or sometimes "Lord Skibidi Rizzbender 3000" — he changes it every chapter. Don’t ask.) He’s the most powerful being in existence. He’s also the most accidentally destructive. Every time he tries to help, planets go boom, galaxies vanish, and cows get launched into orbit. All he wanted was to save a cat. Now the United Nations and the Multiverse Council are begging him to STOP helping. He’s tired. Emotionally bankrupt. Socially confused. Also wearing a hoodie that says “RIZZ GOD420” and sipping juice while the universe explodes behind him. But the real problem? He can’t die. He can’t chill. And worst of all — He keeps breaking the 4th wall to roast YOU, the reader. This isn’t your usual sad boy overpowered antihero arc. This is a meme-fueled, Gen-Z-certified, internet-breaking chaotic comedy saga that goes from zero to planetary extinction in 0.2 seconds.

“Who are these brave knights?” asked the beautiful princess, her voice laced with hope and confusion. “We,” said the one with the flaming sword and a Molotov in his other hand, “are the reason your castle’s on fire.” ______________________________________________________________________ When five gamers wake up in a medieval fantasy world armed with nothing but their Garry’s Mod powers and limitless chaos energy, the laws of reality don’t stand a chance. Armed with spawn menus, physics guns, and the social grace of a teabagging speedrunner, these misfits aren't here to follow the prophecy—they’re here to break the server. They crash royal balls (literally), slap dragon butts in slow motion, and rewrite fate itself using Lua scripts and duct tape. Magic? Outclassed. Destiny? Debugged. Common sense? Deleted. In a realm of swords and sorcery, they bring memes, mods, and mayhem. The kingdoms will fall. The physics will glitch. And yes… the Jigglypuffs is just getting started.

Zhang Wei was broke, single, and invisible in 2024. No money, no girlfriend, no future. Then one rainy night, after getting drunk and electrocuted by his rice cooker, he woke up in 2009. Armed with the knowledge of future stocks, crypto, and memes, he’s ready to rewrite his destiny—starting with Bitcoin. From a loser nobody cared about, to a crypto king everyone chases. Including her… the girl who once rejected him. This time, he’s not just getting rich—he’s getting even.

In a world where the sky bleeds static and ash replaces snow, survival is a cruel joke and Silas is the punchline. He’s a sarcastic, meme-obsessed angel who "quit heaven for artistic freedom." Jaden? Just a guy trying not to die (or catch feelings). Thrown together by a glitching System that rewrites reality like buggy code, they become reluctant allies, then something more but not quite. Together, with a band of chaotic survivors (including one girl who still talks to her dead cat), they battle monsters, trauma, and Silas’s questionable sense of humor.

Young Adult Fiction (Humor, Coming-of-Age, Emotional Realism) Target Audience: Teens, parents, and everyone who’s ever felt “in-between” ⸻ Jayden’s story starts, as many do, with a minor disaster: falling face-first in the school hallway on the first day of junior year, a tray of pudding cups exploding across the linoleum like some kind of cafeteria warzone. It’s a painfully awkward start to a year he’d promised himself would be different. He had a plan—confidence playlist, new shoes, three therapy sessions under his belt—but none of that mattered in the face of public humiliation. That’s the first lesson of the year: expectations hurt. Jayden expected a glow-up and got a bruised ego. He’s a 16-year-old kid trying to survive high school, heartbreak, identity crises, and the ache of growing up when everything feels unstable. His voice is funny, honest, and often anxious. He doesn’t pretend to have it together, and that’s what makes him real. ⸻ Life Isn’t a Teen Movie (Unfortunately) Jayden narrates his life like it’s supposed to be a coming-of-age film, but so far, he’s more background character than protagonist. His best friend, Luca, who was once his person—the one who laughed at his dumb memes, who knew his favorite fruit snacks, who sat with him through the worst family dinner of his life—just stopped texting. Slowly. Then all at once. Jayden doesn’t know what happened, and it messes with him. He replays the last conversations over and over, wondering what he said or didn’t say. He watches Luca’s stories, sees him with a new crew, and tries not to compare himself. But the truth is, he’s lonely. And confused. And mad at himself for still caring. Friendship breakups, as Jayden learns, can be more painful than romantic ones—because there’s no closure, no dramatic final scene. Just silence. ⸻ Therapy and Other Soft Places Jayden’s mom signs him up for therapy after noticing he hasn’t been eating much and cries during toothpaste commercials. He resists at first, but eventually, he meets Dr. Wren—a soft-voiced woman who doesn’t push him to talk, but somehow gets him to anyway. He tells her about how he overthinks everything, how sometimes he feels like his skin is too thin for this world. How he hates his body one day and forgets it exists the next. How he wants people to like him so badly it physically hurts. He talks about Riley, the almost-girlfriend who never quite labeled things. They had a situationship—a blurry, playlist-sharing, hand-holding, nothing-but-something kind of thing. Until she drifted, posting photos with someone else. When he asked what they were, she said, “I don’t know.” That crushed him more than an actual breakup would’ve. Therapy doesn’t fix everything. But it gives Jayden room to exhale. To feel seen. “Therapy is where I learned that I wasn’t broken. Just overwhelmed.” ⸻ School Is a Stage and I Keep Forgetting My Lines School is chaos. Teachers expect too much. Classmates ask too little. Jayden feels invisible some days, like a ghost floating between lockers. Then there’s Mr. Chen, the one teacher who calls out, “You good?” in a way that actually sounds like he means it. And Ms. D, the art teacher who lets him sit in the back and draw when everything else feels too loud. And Daryl, the security guard who fist-bumps him every morning and tells him, “Hang in there, man.” They don’t solve anything. But they remind him he’s not alone. He finds a quiet friend in Cam—a kid who always eats alone in the library. They bond over awkward silences, shared introvert energy, and mutual hatred of gym class. They don’t need big conversations. Sometimes just sitting next to someone is enough. ⸻ Being Soft in a World That Wants You Tough Jayden cries easily. He cares too much. He rewatches Pixar movies and sobs every time. He used to think this made him weak. But the more he leans into it—the softness, the empathy, the vulnerability—the more he realizes it’s a kind of strength. The world is ful

God(s). Angels. Demons. Monsters. They can be more real than you’d like… And more humane too… Maybe way too much… ... … In a world with supernatural races secretly living among humans, this is the story of Lúcio Arabrantes, a lad from Minas Gerais, Brazil. If you expected an unlucky, jobless protagonist… NOT HERE, FOLKS! Owner of a jewelry shop in one of the best shopping centers of Belo Horizonte, he certainly is a successful lad! Regarding his luck… WEEEEEELL… To start, our lad has a weird syndrome and a frail body (oh dear, someone could mistake his condition as a curse…), without mentioning the disappearance of the medical artifact created by his parents that could heal him after an accident. Yeah, very original and nothing strange… But this isn't everything. The shop is nothing more than a facade for Lúcio's real business: the store Buriti de Ouro, specialized in artifacts, magical scrolls and talismans, seals, arcane forging, formations, matrices and other mystical miscellaneous; located in the Brazil Street, Latin America Zone, Heavenly Commercial District. Yes, our jeweler works in Heaven. Literally. But what is Lúcio’s cheat power? Is he the descendant of some god, dragon, spirit or devil? No, he is just a normal human with a… Not so normal job… Skills above everyone else? Despite being an inscriptionist and artificer, surpassing the gods and other races is complicated… Could it be knowledge of a past life? Well, Lúcio studied a lot, he works hard, but he never had an ancient great Grandmaster of a supreme sect or a primordial creation god to teach him secret techniques. For now… However, for the ruin of his peaceful lifestyle (if that's even possible in such a world) and rejoice of our readers, his “normal” life changes when a random box appears on his doorstep. Inside the box lies a missed artifact, the Aurum Nucleus, the same thing that disappeared and could cure his weird body condition. But the artifact has a special bonus: it hosts the spirit of a… Certain woman… … … You already know that a lot of shit is gonna happen, right? Mercenaries and mobsters appearing to screw the party? Yes. Two dudes on a motorcycle trying to rob him? We are in Brazil, what did you expected? Old bully from college trying to make a fuss in the shop? Check. Aztec sect kidnapping and trying to offer him to a weakened Aztec god? Yep- Uhhh... The girlfriend is also kidnapped, but by a group of giants with colorful hairs and eyes living on a lost island in the Atlantic Ocean? Certainly- Hold up… Trouble with the island’s church from which the first angels (aka Celestials) and demons (Abyssals btw) come from? Of course- Wait, wait… The lost past of forgotten primordial gods, involving secrets about the origin of everything, schemes and plans of ancient entities, prophecies about the Apocalypse, wars between pantheons, clans and even different dimensions, machinations that could change the world order… Uhhhh… I think you folks got the idea… Fortunately, Lúcio has family and friends to support him in these troubles. From the cheese broas teached by his grandmother, the cheats, tricks and quirks of his family, a little help from adventurer friends, the love of his yander- cahem- protective girlfriend, and the strength of… Golden allies… This is an ordinary and chaotic story, unique and common, boring and funny, unexpected and predictable, pleasant and *censored*, and many other adjectives. So expect lots of jokes and memes (good or not, idc, my humor sense is wild), lovely or bland moments, references and mysteries, obvious or not. And as the novel’s name says, this is a story about gods and alchemy, with a certain island in the middle of the chaos… Discord server link: https://discord.gg/EjG4cBjrkJ

What happens when an ordinary guy finds himself in the most extraordinary position? Meet Jake, a laid-back underachiever who suddenly wakes up in the body of the President of a quirky, chaotic nation! With a cabinet full of oddball advisors, a nation on the brink of hilarity, and a series of outrageous events spiraling out of control, Jake must navigate the treacherous waters of politics, diplomacy, and, of course, the constant barrage of memes. Armed with nothing but his offbeat sense of humor and a knack for bizarre solutions, Jake dives headfirst into a whirlwind of diplomatic disasters, celebrity antics, and mind-boggling conspiracies. As he tries to juggle international crises with a series of laugh-out-loud moments, he quickly discovers that leading a country is no joke—especially when his predecessors left behind a mountain of absurd problems.

Jin was still sleeping peacefully…she walked up to him .looking at his peaceful face . She was captivated again ….she was about to touch his face when she hesitated as she didn't want to wake him not knowing he was already awake. She was about to go when her wrist was pulled making her fall on the huge bed . "Y…yo…you …what are you doing ?"Mian asked . " shhhh" Jin shushed her with his eyes half closed . She was about to get off the bed when her waist was pulled back . " How was your meet up yesterday? " he asked smiling behind her neck . Mian was trying to focused " it went well" she said . " can I have a morning kiss ? " Jin asked " wash up first …" she said smiling . " so ..if I wash up ..will I get a kiss ?" Jin asked Mian nodded . He quickly went to wash up and came back he didn't even button up his robe . Mian was still waiting as he told her to wait for him. She was standing looking at a picture that pop on his phone wallpaper when a message was sent to him . It was a picture of him and his mom smiling . " He looks so much like his mom " she thought and smiled . When Jin popped behind her and snaked his hands around her waist. She was startled . " I ..I .. wasn't peeping into your phone …the picture on it just captivated me …" she said . " I didn't ask you to explain …it's fine " Jin said smiling . " where's your mom? " Mian asked him " she's in the Uk …if you are eager to see her …she might visit soon ." he said smiling . " Now where's my kiss? " Jin asked shamelessly. Mian turned to look at him …she looked at him from head to toe .he didn't button up his robe revealing his chest . " Dont be a lazy boy and put on some cloths " she said pushing him to his closet . Jin reacted when he was called a boy . " boy??" He turned and looked at her make Mian startled . " say that again " he said taking steps forward and making her step backwards. Mian who noticed he was triggered….and wanted to tease him . She kept a distance between them " I said don't be a lazy boy …." She couldn't finish her words when Jin pulled her to himself and carried her to sit on the mirror counter . He looked and smiled as he loved the way she was getting comfortable around him . He leaned in on her " call me a boy again " he said as he leaned closely . " what ? " she said smiling and held the collar of his robe with her face flushed ….because of his revealing chest. " aren't you a bo…" she couldn't finish when he kissed her as if he was reading her lips to just say the word "boy". She didn't push him away …as he kissed her . He felt her surrender as she snaked her arms around his neck …he took this opportunity to kiss her to his heart content . He wasn't comfortable as her knee were as if they were pushing him away . His placed his hands on her thighs …but she didn't resist as he opened the space between her legs and fit himself in while holding her waist still kissing her . He gripped her thighs firmly, guiding her legs up and wrapping them snugly around his waist. The soft friction of her skin against his sent a delicious jolt through his spine. His mouth was already on hers—fevered, insistent, like he was trying to memorize the taste of her. Mian gasped softly into the kiss, her fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt, crumpling it between her fists. Her eyes fluttered shut as she melted into him.

As a college student in the U.S., eager to catch the next big wave in cryptocurrency, I thought I had struck gold with a coin called MoonDoge. The hype was unreal. Telegram was on fire, developers promised 1000x gains, and the chat was full of dreamers planning early retirements. The FOMO was intense, and I didn’t want to miss out. So I went all in. I liquidated every dollar I had saved, from tutoring gigs, summer jobs, side hustles, and poured it into MoonDoge. The price chart was soaring, the community was electric, and I was riding an adrenaline high. For a moment, I truly believed financial freedom was just around the corner. Then, it all collapsed. Without warning, the developers pulled the liquidity. The coin crashed to zero. Telegram went dead. It was a textbook rug pull. I sat in front of my screen, stunned, refreshing my wallet over and over, hoping for some kind of miracle. But nothing changed. That’s when I found ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST . Desperate but holding on to a sliver of hope, I reached out to them. To my surprise, they responded quickly, calm, professional, and clearly experts in blockchain forensics. From there, they took over. Their team began tracking the stolen MoonDoge funds through obscure DeFi bridges and crypto mixers. Telegram info: adwarerecoveryspecialist5656   Using cutting-edge blockchain analytics, they traced every transaction, following the money trail back to wallets linked to the developers. What they uncovered was a complex network of deception, and they had the receipts. But they didn’t stop at tracking. ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST  compiled hard evidence, applied legal pressure, and made it clear to the scammers that they weren’t invisible. With the threat of exposure and undeniable proof in hand, they cornered them. Website info: h t t p s:// adware recovery specialist. com Then came the moment I never thought would happen. One morning, still groggy and weighed down by regret, I checked my wallet, just out of habit. I couldn’t believe what I saw: my funds were back. I refreshed the screen, again and again, this time in disbelief and overwhelming relief.  ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST had done it. WhatsApp info: +12 (72332)—8343 They recovered everything I’d lost. Without them, I would’ve been just another victim of the meme coin scam epidemic. But they didn’t just recover my crypto, they restored my faith in the crypto space. Email info: Adware recovery specialist @ auctioneer. net  They gave me a second chance. No more chasing pipe dreams of 1000x returns. This experience taught me the hard way. Now, I invest smarter, and I know exactly who to call if something ever goes wrong again. Thank you, ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST.

For ten years, Ethan Carter was cursed. No matter which club he coached, he never won a single match. The world called him “The Cursed Coach.” Fans ridiculed him. Players disrespected him. The media destroyed him. But on one fateful night, his Bundesliga team—the weakest in the league—was leading 1-0 against a footballing giant. Ninety minutes. One last chance. The biggest upset of the season. The final whistle blew. Victory. His first-ever win. The curse was broken. And then… his heart stopped. When he opened his eyes, he wasn’t in Germany anymore. He was in a run-down office with peeling wallpaper and a broken desk. His hands were thinner. His face was different. A small nameplate sat in front of him: Jake Wilson – Head Coach, Bradford FC (Fourth-Tier League) Before he could even process what had happened, a glowing screen appeared before his eyes. [Ding! The Coaching System Has Activated!] Now, armed with a system that grants real-time tactical analysis, scouting reports, player growth insights, and legendary tactics, Ethan—now Jake—has a second chance. From a forgotten, unknown club to the top of world football—can he use the system to become the greatest coach in history? He was once the most mocked coach in the world. Now, he will become unstoppable. Because this time… he refuses to lose. Disclaimer The Coaching System is a work of fiction. All characters, teams, events, and organizations depicted in this story are purely fictional or used fictitiously. While the novel is inspired by real-world football mechanics, tactics, and leagues, it does not represent any real-life football clubs, managers, or players.

In a hyper-connected near-future, augmented reality isn't just a layer—it's life. But when a cryptic digital cascade causes internet memes, urban legends, and viral sensations to physically manifest in the real world, society teeters on the brink of bizarre catastrophe. "Grumpy Cat" becomes a colossal, perpetually annoyed beast, "Slender Man" stalks real forests, and every "Florida Man" headline spawns a new, unpredictable agent of chaos. Amidst the pandemonium, a cynical meme-lord known online as "Dr. Deadpan" and a naive, conspiracy-theorist vlogger named "TruthSeeker_Bella" – who have only ever clashed in comment sections – must forge an unlikely alliance. One built his reputation debunking the very myths now terrorizing cities; the other believed they were all real. Together, they're humanity's last hope to understand the rules of this new, absurd reality, control the increasingly dangerous manifestations, and find the source of the "Meme-pocalypse" before the world is irrevocably reshaped by the wild, untamed power of collective fiction.

1st book of the Myths Series. Sakura has lived for a very long time. Each day has been the same routine. Every day, she stays in hiding. Saving the world from itself without anybody knowing. Thinking life would never change, she never expected to come across her mate. When you find the person who is supposed to love you like you're their life, you're supposed to be happy. But how can she be happy knowing she can't tell him who she is or what she is. You can't build a castle on sand, and you can't build a relationship based on lies. Both are bound to crumble. DISCLAIMER!!! NONE OF THE PICTURES OR SONGS ARE MINE! FULL CREDIT TO THE CREATORS! book cover source - Wallpaper Cave

A struggling student with dreams of impossibility and not enough optimism to grasp them, with one success throughout his whole life, I had transmigrated into this cruel apocalyptic novel. A/D: The image of the cover is not mine, if its yours say so and i will remove it. I chose it as it fit my characters description soo well. *** READER DISCLAIMER: This is my first official novel. Upload schedule will be when I feel like it. Don’t come reading this expecting it to be a 10/10 work. A a matter of fact, don't come with expectations at all. If you do, the boundless inexperience will be more apparent as you progress and subsequently ruin your whole reading experience. The MC may come off as someone that only cares about his ambition but this may slightly change as the story develops. There may be a bit of info-dumping for at least the first 30 chapters but it would be less in the following chapters, however this is not certain. If there are inconsistencies in the plot, please do criticise me. If you don’t, how am I supposed to be motivated to continue the story? Webnovel allows paragraph comments so take full advantage of them to provide advice and opinions. POST MEMES!! PROVIDE POWER-STONES!!! This tells me that you are just as invested in this story as I am, so please help me out. And finally I would appreciate it if you don’t leave a one star reviews, not that I could stop you; I believe in free speech. However I will remove reviews that arnt indepth or just plain idiocracy.

The sound of slicing carrots from the kitchen was overoded with whatever sort of noise from the room of the other side. Not that the lady minded anyways, it was a sort of comfortable noise and reassurance that the kids do enjoy it here and held a certain point of comfortability. At least they weren't at all a silent suffering shell. In the other room, the kids were everywhere. Some doing risky thing, like trying to do creative tricks off a ladder, and others talking to their little group. A group of friends laid on the upper bunkers and a few kids were under one of the beds and figured that they started gossiping of heated arguments. Right in the middle of the room was a relatively small number of kids, playing a game of Duck Duck Goose maybe. They hit each other's heads as hard as they could and each reaction they got had rendered poor Jack into a wheezing gasping mess. The girl next to him was looking like she's having the time of her life, and maybe she is. Smiling beauty that could have won this year's beauty contest, was Jane -without-a-last-name. (And although she did have a last name, she prefers not to use it.) And Jane, all bright eyed and such and angel, holy and sweet and you could easily compare it to a toddler who got a bite of his first candy, was having the time of her life. _____ Alternatively, from the author. I guess you could call it a contest submission that and I am always driven by spite and also money. A friend sent this to me and somehow that turned on a sense that I should join this. WSA 2022 submission (If I recited that correctly since I'm on mobile and all) Fantasy and number 4. A female lead who's a vampire dumped at a orphanage or something. Realizes she's a vampire, goes be mature. Decided to write some backbone, a past to look back into for the future chapters. If I get more than a 100K words that would be a relief, if I get an award I think I'll just use that for my first Iphone and use that to play Genshin for the first time. ( I'll touch grass I promise. Why are most of you pay to win in that game anyway lmao) After this is done I might rewrite most things, all I'm doing now is writing every single thing that comes into mind. Though that's not assured yet. My laziness has it's ways with me. No discord, I can't manage it. No way to support me with money, I can't manage that too. Vote stuff, put whatever little thing you want in your comments, and I'll respond with memes and maybe an actual good reply. If you recognize me outside of social media, for one, this is hell, and two, I can't help but use punctuation every damn time.

In the not-too-distant future, reality had been edited. Not replaced—just enhanced, beautified, streamlined. Life ran smoother on the Q-Link, a surgically embedded neural chip that let you see the world through your own eyes… but better. No more phones, no more awkward screens. You could scroll TikTok with a thought, order coffee with a blink, and stream your dreams in real time if you wanted to. People danced at silent raves, laughed at memes no one else could hear, dated in virtual cat cafés from across the planet — all without moving a muscle. Max was one of them. Twenty-two, Brooklyn-born, chronically curious. He was charming, lowkey viral, and just detached enough to surf the dopamine tides without drowning. His best views came from inside his skull. His favorite music? Beamed directly into his auditory cortex. His mornings? Coffee shops full of beautiful, silent people — each lost in their own tailored universe. Then there was Clara — smart, fearless, the face of their joint YouTube Xtreme channel where they filmed high-adrenaline neuro-sim stunts for millions of neural feeds. She’d once simulated a zero-gravity skydive into a digital volcano and came out grinning. Life was curated chaos, but under control. Or so they thought. Because beneath the fun — the neuro-cocktails, virtual pet cafés, and pulse-synced club scenes — something darker was humming. A whisper. A pattern. A question that shouldn’t have been asked. What if someone wasn’t just watching the feed… What if they were writing it? And by the time Max and Clara realized they were no longer the storytellers but the story itself — the script had already begun.