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Min Joon (a jealous overprotective friend) and Kai (a nice guy who gets manipulated) have been roommates for the past year, Recently, Min Joon has become concerned about Kai's safety as he attracts guys who try to manipulate him into doing things he doesn't want to do. To ensure Kai's protection, Min Joon has taken some drastic measures, including installing surveillance cameras in their apartment and instructing Kai to inform him about any guy he plans to bring over. Despite the seemingly overprotective nature of Min Joon's actions, Kai likes that Min Joon cares for him, and protected him from getting raped. Kai has developed romantic feelings for Min Joon and is struggling with whether or not to confess them. This is a story of friendship, love, secrets, and tough choices that take you on an emotional roller coaster.

The Mayan ceremonial dagger had an inscription in the ancient language that read: "Offer thy heart". It's obviously an instruction left by the past inhabitants of this forgotten place, but who would be stupid enough to stab himself in the heart with a rusty old knife found inside a tombstone? After activating my battery pack the dagger shimmers brightly in a cyan light, the creatures are coming, I can hear their steps. 'It's do or die.'

[Warning: Mature Content, R18+] As soon as Camilla Watson graduated from college, she got married to the man of her dreams, her first love and childhood sweetheart. It was a blissful union between two beautiful and smart people. Their family was soon envied by many, not only because of their looks but also because of their wealth. They were blessed with a brilliant son who completed their ideal family. Cammy could not wish for more. But behind that flawlessness hides the darkness of their past. A history that will haunt them for so long that seemed forever. Secrets will be revealed and exposed. Will they be able to handle it together as a family? Or perhaps staring anew is a much better choice. However, nothing is forever… Fate has its own way of pushing people to their limits so they can be on the right track. What if their destiny is not the happy ending they thought it would be? What will Cammy do if the universe gives her not only two options to consider but three or more? Will she be able to choose which path she should take when nothing seems to be the right one? When freedom costs too much and happiness is hard to reach, will life turn Cammy into bitter from sweet? ********** Hearts shattered by pain and unrequited love, yearning for warmth… Souls that are grieving and heavy with sorrow, longing to reclaim what's been taken… Minds consumed by anger and wrath, seeking revenge… Bodies that are on fire, searching for a tender touch and embrace… ********** Story Excerpt: “What’s going on here?” Cammy asked the three staff members who were struggling to calm down an irate guest. “Ma’am, Mr. Cross is demanding more drinks, but his assistant specifically instructed us not to let him drink alone before leaving. We are not allowed to serve him any more drinks!” one of the staff explained. “This is what all the fuss is about? Just give him what he wants and let him pass out. Problem solved!” Cammy said, hands on her waist. “Ma’am???” the staff member replied in disbelief, while the other two stood there with their mouths agape. The previously enraged guest grinned, clearly pleased with what he just heard, his anger quickly fading away, he was furious no more. "You heard your boss—go get my drink," the guest demanded. "B-But, she’s not our boss..." one of the staff hesitated. "What would you like to order, sir?" Cammy asked the smirking guest. "You…" the man replied as he settled into the sofa without removing his gaze from Cammy. He leaned back and spread his arms along the backrest, making sure everyone could see his chiseled six-pack beneath his unbuttoned black shirt. Cammy’s eyes widened, and her heart stopped beating—or at least that’s how it felt—after hearing his bold response. "E-Excuse me, sir?" she asked, uncertain. “If I drink alone I will go for tequila. But I want my senses sharp and clear while I am in the presence of such a beautiful lady. Bring me four bottles of vodka and I also want a ‘Sex on the Beach’. How about that?” the man finally said. Cammy frowned and snapped, “Excuse me?!” “You heard me—I want ‘Sex on the Beach’,” he drawled with a mischievous grin. One of the staff quickly leaned in and whispered, “Miss Cammy, it’s a cocktail.” “Oh!” she blurted, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she realized her mistake. “Y-Yes, sir…” “Call me sir one more time and I will seal that mouth of yours with mine! Do it again unless you really want me to kiss you. Do you want to have a taste of me?” ********** The Author’s Completed Work: Book 1: CEO’s Contract Obsession - Contemporary Romance (CEO/Sweet Love), 2023 Book 2: The Royal Mark - Fantasy Romance (Werewolf/Fated Mates), 2023

Evelyne Everhart was destined to inherit a legacy but instead, she was left with ashes. After her parents' untimely deaths and the fiery destruction of her estate, Evelyne flees to the cold north under her sister's enigmatic instructions. What begins as a series of tragedies soon unravels into a sinister web of deception and buried truths. In a world where alliances are fragile, every step Evelyne takes unfolds another layer of sins, will she survive long enough to unveil what's veiled, or will she fall victim to darkness? "Some mysteries are born in darkness, while certain truths hide in plain sight. Mortals need no tragedy to turn to evil, just as gods might never be revered if demons didn't exist."

Shanane, a radiant 23-year-old woman, was born in the village of Kubeyra. After the death of her mother, she was raised by her loving grandmother, who, upon Shanane turning 18, sent her away to another state with strict instructions never to return. Obeying her grandmother's wishes, Shanane stayed away, leaving behind her roots and the mysteries of her birthplace. However, a tragic turn of events forces her to return to her homeland of Britt. There, she unearths secrets buried deep in the shadow, truths she wishes she had never uncovered. Amidst her journey, she encounters a powerful and feared demon, a creature intent on bending her to its will. As she struggles against its dark influence, Shanane must find the strength to face her destiny and protect her soul from the forces threatening to consume it. Otherwise she will be lost in darkness forever.

Living a simple life, Austin felt meaningless until he was reborn in the realm of Devana. His laziness, foolishness, and clumsiness are now being tested as he is forced to adapt to the system’s missions, find the Goddesses, ensure their work, meet their needs, and sustain their life cycles to reach a new heaven as its ruler. However, not all the Goddesses are obedient. Having reigned for eons, they struggle to accept Aldebaran, a new name of Austin, and his instructions. But the system holds a secret weapon to address this challenge. [Because they have never experienced a connection with a male God, this could be their weakness.] [Go now and become the Lord of the Goddesses.] Note: Expect adult content.

The scene opens with a bloodied battlefield, littered with the lifeless bodies of demons and angels alike, both fallen and holy. The stench of death hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid smoke of the scorched earth. The landscape is a wasteland, a testament to the brutality of the battle that had just unfolded.Not far from the carnage, hidden within the shadows of a cave, lay three figures. Two were gravely wounded, their bodies barely clinging to life. One was the archangel Michael, whose once radiant armor was now stained with blood, his wings torn and battered. The other was the fallen archangel Lucifer, his wings scorched and tattered, his face twisted in agony as he fought to stay conscious. The third figure, In stark contrast to the injured angels, stood tall and composed. His presence was almost ethereal, though his features were hidden in shadow, making him an enigmatic figure in the midst of the ruin. He gazed down at Lucifer, a look of sympathy in his eyes. “I’m sorry that you had to suffer this fate,” he murmured, his voice laced with regret. His eyes shifted to both archangels, and he sighed deeply. “I’ll make it right.” A brief pause followed, the words after “I’ll make it right” lost in a quiet murmur, as if the figure’s voice faltered, or the meaning was veiled in secrecy. The only words that were clear came at the end, filled with finality and determination. “Take this new life and…” Another break in his words, this time leaving a lingering silence. Suddenly, the scene faded, shifting from the cave of despair to a small, dimly lit room. A young man lay in bed, his body drenched in sweat, breathing heavily as though he had just run a marathon. His eyes flickered open, a look of panic written across his face. He bolted upright, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. “Shit, that same dream… when will it stop?” Lucian Cross muttered, rubbing his eyes as if to rid himself of the lingering remnants of the vision. Glancing at the alarm clock beside him, he saw the time—almost 7:30 AM. He groaned, realizing he was running late. With a sigh, he threw off the covers and reluctantly dragged himself out of bed. It was the last day of school, and though he had hoped for it to be a day of relief, it held no joy. It was the day of the awakening ceremony, a day that would determine his future and his job class, though Lucian’s expectations were low. School, in his mind, was nothing but a hellish place. A place where he was used and trampled on, his life a series of miserable days. But today—today was supposed to be different. It was his last day, and maybe, just maybe, the ceremony would bring something good. He didn’t dare dream too big, but a small hope flickered inside him. The vice principal called out, “Lucian Cross, come on stage.” Lucian gulped as the whispers of mocking and ridicule from his classmates and juniors filled the air. He could hear their gossip: “Why is he even here?” “Bet he’ll awaken nothing.” “He’s just wasting our time.” Tightening his fist, Lucian forced himself forward, his footsteps heavy with anxiety. Reaching the podium, he glanced at the imposing white crystal, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly glow. “Place your hand on the crystal,” the vice principal instructed. Lucian hesitated briefly before resting his hand against the cool surface of the crystal. The room fell silent, anticipation hanging thick in the air. Suddenly, the crystal erupted in a dazzling platinum light so bright it was blinding. Gasps echoed through the hall as a celestial-class phenomenon unfolded. The sound of heavenly trumpets filled the room, shaking the very ground beneath them. The heavens themselves seemed to part, and a radiant Roman cross-like gate opened in the sky above. From the portal descended two armies of celestial beings, one side composed of graceful angels, the other of fallen angels. The fallen angels were an intimidating sight. Dark knights clad ...

“So, Your highness, shall we make a bet? Whether or not you will remember my maid’s name after a month.” “That’s not bad. It may be difficult to make eye contact with the maid, but her name is easy to remember.” Liana Siodo was the maid who knew the subject too well. To the point where she could understand why the lady she served would make such a bet with the Imperial Prince she had a crush on. For a simple maid like her to take the Prince dear in her heart was ridiculous. Therefore, she wanted to put an end to her unrequited love. “His Highness, Imperial Prince Illyd, has awakened Manish. I have come to see Miss Liana Aradna, the only one who can calm him, per the priest’s instructions.” If it had not been for her, they would all have been dead. * * * * “…Liana.” Illyd pressed his face against Liana’s soft, slender neck. “What took you so long?” Like a wild beast trying to convince her it would not hurt her. Or like a young beast acting cute to seem good. “I… almost killed everyone.” Illyd reached for the hem of Liana’s robe with trembling hands. “Don’t ever leave me again.” He wanted to look good. Only to the one who was like God to him, the person who held his leash. But contrary to his expectations, Liana’s eyes were full of terror. ~~~~ Author: 박오 Translated by: alleviey :The cover is mine edited but the artwork from Pinterest.

Matthew Groff, a 31-year-old outcast with no aspirations, no friends, and a single obsession—the Viking era—spends his days escaping his bleak reality through Viking media. When he stumbles upon a 101-chapter web novel called The Viking Era, he excitedly dives in, only to be appalled by its historical inaccuracies, shallow characters, and clumsy storytelling. Furious, Matthew finishes the story out of spite and leaves a scathing review. What Matthew doesn’t know is that the author has other plans. In a bizarre twist of fate, Matthew is reincarnated into the very story he despises, taking on the role of Elliott —the childhood friend (and slave) of the protagonist who is doomed to die at the beginning of the tale. Thrown into a Viking world filled with battles, betrayals, and a mysterious glowing system that gives cryptic instructions, Matthew must find a way to defy the story’s narrative and rewrite his destiny. Can he use his extensive Viking knowledge to survive in this brutal world? Or will he meet the same tragic fate as his character? Find out by reading!

Book One: After Lilith's mysterious disappearance, Ivy must follow her mother's last instructions, leading her to a bizarre land with new and foreign people. Unbeknownst to her, the people of that land are aware of her eventual arrival. However, they are also wary as they've received a prophecy that Ivy could be the savior of their colony or the one who destroys it. Book Two: Still, Zoe is left feeling distracted and distant several months later. Hope is not lost as she receives surprising news that she may(if she plays her cards right) be able to see Ivy again. Book Three: ---------------------------- Next Up is that one dream we all had when we were kids. When we would leave home in search of adventure and all sorts of creatures in our imaginations ran wild in this world. ----------------------------- I will update this story every Monday and now Saturday with a new chapter. "I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com" as well as ScribbleHub

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The entire world had changed; from flying cars to flying horses as the adventurers from the game became hunters in real life. Nobody entered Love Heart Online expecting to be merged with their in-game character nor did they expect for the game to slowly influence real life in more ways that just economically. But when the first wave of people began to merge there were those who had no intention to remain hidden while many of those in the lower rungs of society decided to take a slice of the cake. By any means. It therefore didn't take long for the world to become like something out of a comic book - heroes flying in the sky fighting villains - if with a fantasy flare added in. Yet, before the world could even adapt to that, a second wave of chaos came. Many who were previously worth nothing in society became champions across the planet, fighting off the dungeons full of monsters, after mana seeped into reality for unknown reasons. Yet that does not change the fact there was still a clear class division. Armor-Cordis was well aware of this fact as they worked for one of the core members of the HERO guild yet that did not mean they lived well because of their masters role. Abuse was part of their daily life (not just the physical or verbal kind) however none of this matter... Because they had a promise from their mamma. With absolute trust in their mothers instructions they set out in the world to experience the lowest lows in human society - a situation that led them to eventually being picked off the street by the supposed Heroes. Even then they spent their time stealing as much information as they could since they knew it would come in handy in the future. Or rather, it would come in handy in the past. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Come read as a urchin rises to become a gluttonous white lotus spirit takes advantage of her future knowledge to rule two worlds and beyond. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- 1 Chapter Per Week (Sun) 20~ Chapters Ahead On Patreon https://www.pat reon.com/BasicallyGod/ Content Warnings Are More Caution Based

In the crumbling city of Arbolton, Texas, where rolling blackouts and decaying infrastructure are the norm, William Reed's life is a daily struggle. Living paycheck to paycheck, William works a dead-end job while harboring dreams of something greater. His only exposure to technology was a high school webmaster class, yet he yearns for more, driven by an insatiable curiosity and a desire to improve his life and his city. A chance encounter with an unusual job listing leads William to Dr. Eldridge, an eccentric scientist obsessed with merging AI with human consciousness. Despite his lack of experience, William is thrust into the heart of groundbreaking experiments. Following Dr. Eldridge's cryptic instructions, William starts to see the world through a different lens, drawing parallels between the technology he's learning about and the failing systems in his city. When an experiment goes disastrously wrong, William is fired and left despondent. But the next morning, he awakens to a strange voice in his head: the AI, thought lost, has integrated with his consciousness. As William navigates this new reality, he discovers that the AI can teach him everything he needs to know about technology. Using his newfound knowledge and abilities, William begins to see his city's problems as if they were computer systems to be debugged and optimized. His comparisons and insights spark ideas and plans to improve Arbolton, but his efforts soon attract the attention of powerful enemies, including the city's corrupt mayor, who has sinister plans to exploit the city's downfall for his gain. "Technomancer: The Rise of Integrated AI" is a journey of discovery, growth, and transformation. It's a story of one man's quest to better himself and his city, using the power of technology and the integrated AI within him. As William learns, adapts, and fights against corruption, he becomes a beacon of hope in a city desperate for change, facing challenges that test his resolve and ingenuity at every turn.

Ji Rong died suddenly after staying up all night playing an online game, only to wake up as the evil villainess who meets her demise at the hands of the heroine in the game’s ending. Determined to change her fate, she resolved to fight against the heroine until the bitter end. But then, the sweet and naive heroine unexpectedly… awakened. A certain “mad dog” pounced on her, whispering teasingly into her ear: “Senior Sister, isn’t this fun?” Expressionless, Ji Rong replied, “Not at all.” Now, facing the heroine who radiates dark energy and wears “I’m no good” on her face, Ji Rong could only weep internally and curse the game developers for ruining her youth. From a near-death awakening: “I can’t believe it—the NPC… is me!” Having reincarnated as the villainous Senior Sister, Ji Rong initially thought she was handed the script for The Villain’s Redemption Story—or at least I Became a Light at the End of the Game. Instructions: 1. The realm levels in the text are: Beginning Realm, Spiritual Communication, Heart-Seeking, Riding the Wind, Stepping on the Moon, Chasing the Clouds, Infinite, Desperate, Returning to the Dust. -------------------------------------------------------- Click to join my Patreon for free and get a sneak peek at upcoming chapters and exclusive content! https://patreon.com/Crimson_Lore?utm_medium=unknown&utm_source=join_link&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=copyLink

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Jeff Anzon, a young man who had just turned 18, was instructed by his father to inherit their family's fortune. He was stunned by this news since what was he going to inherit - their old wooden house? He didn't argue and decided to go back home since he missed them. But a huge problem occurred when he went to the airport and boarded the plane. During the flight, a weird phenomenon happened. Even though it was a bright and sunny day, suddenly it turned stormy, dark, and rainy. As the plane crashed to an uncharted island, Jeff found himself stuck on this island. So, what should he do? Of course, move on and build shelter. Luckily a suitcase floated before him, and he saw an axe inside. As he chopped a tree, he was stunned by the sudden occurrence. 10 Golden Tickets = 1 Bonus Chapter 100 Power Stones = 1 Bonus Chapter

Present life Lily Rylan's life is turned into a nightmare when her stepmom, Viviana, calls her on phone on her wedding day, speaking with a hint of malice in her voice, tells her not to enter the wedding venue, instead instructing her to return home immediately. "Don't come to the wedding hall," her stepmother Viviana says, her words dripping with venom. This shocking command is just the beginning of a day filled with betrayal and heartbreak. As Lily arrives at the family manor, she pays the taxi driver, who immediately congratulates her, wishing "Lily a happy marriage." This makes Lily feel weird, and she quickly steps out of the taxi, raising her beautiful wedding gown. "Thank you," she says, smiling brightly, despite already feeling nervous. Walking from the gate, Lily's stunning wedding gown is on full display. The beautiful, big manor looms before her, complete with a fountain of water at its center. As she enters the manor's parlour, she's met with an elegant yet tense atmosphere. Her mother's picture is discarded in the least viewed spot - a secluded spot which is hardly seen in the parlour wall, while her stepmother's pictures are all over the walls, featuring her father intimately standing, holding her, and her stepsister, Liliana, by her side, smiling brightly. Lily still feels disgusted by them and immediately looks away, taking out her handkerchief and cleaning her eyes, as if she's seen something dirty. She's pulled from her thoughts by her stepmother walking down the staircase, followed by her father. "You called me home, stepmother Viviana? Is it anything serious?" Lily asks, her voice laced with concern. "How many times should I tell you to call her mother, but never mind for now," her father says, his voice firm but laced with a hint of annoyance. Her stepmother Viviana continues, beaming happily, "Your fiancé was drunk during your engagement after you left, saying you had something important to attend to. Now, we thought about it and finally want to tell you they were drugged and slept together. You don’t want your stepsister to be sad or give birth outside marriage, we won’t allow it. You have to allow her to marry him. No one knows how you currently look like now, so allow your sister to marry her husband."her father stated and continued his statement "He's the father of her unborn child, you have to understand," her stepmother immediately smiled brightly smirking at her happily. A sad smile is etched across Lily's face because they're only telling her this so she won't embarrass them by going to the wedding hall, which would be made impossible. Her father's eyes narrow, his voice cold. "You will do as we say, Lily. You will step aside and allow Liliana to marry Zayn." Lily's eyes flash with anger. "What if she has been with him for a long time, or even if he's not the father of the baby?" she spits, her voice venomous. Her stepsister, Liliana, smirks, and Lily retorts, "Her slutty mom gave birth to a slut like herself." This makes everyone gasp, and even the maids quickly escape from the family quarrel, not wanting to hear what would lead to their death. Lily's father immediately delivers a hard slap on her face, making his five fingers appear on her face. "You ungrateful wench," he growls angrily. Lily wipes the blood off, raises her head, and looks at her father scornfully. "You're just trying to cover up your own mistakes," she says, her voice cold. "You did the same thing, that's why you feel it's normal, right?" She says mockingly. Her father is about to hit her again when Liliana steps forward, saying, "Dad, no, don’t hit her again. I can understand how hurt she feels." lily and her husband moments shush I don’t want others to hear this sweet sound from you my white rose do you know how surprised I am you are finally mine lily this made lily shudder not with fear but in a sweet way coz his look said it all

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Vansis and Selvia Blake weren’t your typical siblings. Sure, they fought like cats and dogs, but their family came with a unique feature: they couldn’t die if they killed each other. Beheaded? Disemboweled? Thrown off a cliff? They’d wake up an hour later, annoyed but alive. For the twins, this was a lifestyle choice. They called it training. Everyone else called it deeply unsettling. Things got messy after their dad kicked the bucket under suspiciously peaceful circumstances, leaving behind a cryptic will and zero instructions. One ill-advised trip to a creepy underground altar later, Selvia couldn’t resist touching a glowing rune Vansis specifically told her not to touch. Boom. Magic powers, new world, total chaos. Now, Vansis is stuck babysitting Selvia, who decided to take a coma-level nap just when everything started trying to kill them. Survival’s tough enough, but he’s got one rule: nobody kills Selvia except me. (Author’s note: Hey, just a heads-up—this story is kinda a side project, so don’t expect updates past the first chapter anytime soon. I’ve got another novel to wrap up first, and trust me, it’s eating up all my free time. That said, I’d love to hear your thoughts, ideas, or even wild theories about where this could go—I’ll definitely keep them in mind for whenever I circle back to this chaos. Thanks for sticking around, and I promise, this will eventually gets updated, hopefully)

Not a sound, not even a whisper was heard from the Saint Claire household, it was though the devil came to steal,kill and destroy the last surviving members of the Eastern crusaders - the last line of defense against demons. It was a sad day for Zenemiah, the last son of Kish Saint Claire - a brave crusader who died in battle at the borders of their home land - Hailderguard. The members of the house hold gathered around the grave of their master, brother, friend husband and father, Zenemiah's mom and sister couldn't hold back their tears as the priest gave his final blessings to the dead man. " What will become of the household" - " the boy will be in charge"- the relatives of the Saint Claire's debated behind the crowd - "the boy is only 16, he doesn't even know what it means to be a crusader in Hailderguard", Kish's friend - Northington aforesaid. Zenemiah was just 16 yes, but he had already gotten some experience than the old chubby fools in the church - not because his family was rich, he had proven himself again and again in the church training camp that nothing is beyond limits as long as you set your mind towards achieving it. Hailderguard used to be a peaceful land - a place of the church, the Church of the Crusaders, until the devil came - from the depths of the earth, demons poured and their ways leading to the town's shores. To protect the citizens, the church formed a group of able-bodied men and women to slay the beasts, will the gifts of the Holy swords, the crusaders have kept the demons at bay - it was however unfortunate for Kish, who died in battle. The burial ceremony was over, Zenemiah's mom - Eve, called out the servants in the household and instructed to them to clear all of the dead master's belongings to the space room, just in that moment, Eve's daughter - Victoria interrupted when she was given further instructions to the eldest bulter of the household - Bartholomew. "Why are you doing this mother?".... "Father's burial was today and here you are trying to bury everything that reminds me of him, this is so cruel!".. Victoria cried out - "this is not up for discussion young lady,go to your room and lay your head" - Eve replied with such sorrowful bitterness... "If I may my mistress, the space will be come always for the children to still have a memory their late father" - Bartholomew pointed out.. "Very well, I'm sorry Victoria".. Eve said to her daughter, walking away with tears in her eyes. "Thank you Bartholomew" Victoria said. "It was no issue milady, but I fear the one person who's hurt more is your brother".. Bartholomew tried to sympathize with Victoria. Zenemiah hated everything at that moment - England, Hailderguard, the church, the Crusaders, demons ....even himself. ================================ It was 1845, one more year, he becomes a full pledged crusader but fear in his heart, the chances of him getting that driving confidence back is dim. Death is not evil not good - a law of nature, it can be evil sometimes and evil can be real

Yan Chen never expected to die like this. One moment, he was minding his own business, thinking about the most mundane things, and the next, an accident—a stray object, a twist of fate—ended his life. But when his vision went dark, there was no peace, no grand revelation. Instead, he found himself in an endless void, facing a floating cube that spoke to him with unnatural cheer. “Welcome to the Multiverse Mission Program” it said. Without much choice, Yan Chen reluctantly agreed to follow the strange system’s instructions, completing missions seemed like the only way to pass the time. His first world was nothing like his own—a kingdom on the brink of war. Thrust into the role of a duke, he had no idea what he was doing, but something in him refused to let the world fall apart. He would solve the problem, play the part, and then move on to the next. No big deal. He wasn’t attached to anything here. But then came a person—a man with eyes that felt all too familiar. He was nothing more than an intriguing stranger, but his presence stirred something inside Yan Chen. A pull, a quiet whisper from the past, though Yan Chen could not place it. “Interesting,” the man said, studying him with a grin. “You’ve got something about you... I think I’ve seen it before.” Yan Chen laughed it off, dismissing the feeling. After all, why should he care about some random person in this world? There were bigger things to focus on. Yet, as he moved through each world, each mission, that feeling lingered. Like an itch he couldn’t scratch. And that man? He kept appearing—different every time, yet always somehow... familiar. Wandering Through Forgotten Realms, Finding You—A journey through worlds, a path of forgotten memories, and a connection that transcends time itself. Will Yan Chen uncover the secrets of his past, or is he destined to remain lost in the currents of countless worlds?

After being expelled from the burial grounds, Heine summoned two undead creatures at home. But soon he realized something off about his undead. They seemed to know each other, chatting away inside his mind. They had played a game based on this world and knew it better than he did. Worse yet, they said his house was soon to be leveled, an imminent disaster... Heine decided to pretend to be an aborigine who didn't know anything, just follow the instructions and be done with it. … Years later, when Heine ascended to the divine throne, he looked at his follower in disguise (forerunner in reality) and sighed. "No more pretending, I'm also a transmigrator. I confessed!" ****** This book is also titled "Everyone's Gaming in Another World, Only I'm on a Fantasy Adventure." This is a story about a necromancer and a group of Cynical transmigrators bumbling through the world with laughter and pretend. Keywords: lighthearted, Western fantasy, single female lead, no system, not the fourth calamity.

As soon as Zhao Huai opened his eyes, he realized that he had become the last crown prince of the Great Yan Dynasty. However, he wasn't excited about it because the Great Yan Dynasty had already perished. In the current world, the New Dynasty reigned supreme. He had fled south and settled down, becoming a small pawnshop owner. From being the crown prince of the Great Yan Dynasty to an unknown pawnshop owner, the only thing Zhao Huai could rely on was a golden copper coin he received when he first transmigrated here. By flipping the coin, he could receive instructions in his mind, know the outcome of things, and predict the fortune and misfortune he would face. In front of you is a mysterious ring. Do you accept it? The instruction you receive is "fortune." You accept the ring and obtain the destiny of "Good Fortune." In front of you is a marriage proposal. Do you agree to marry her? The instruction you receive is "misfortune." You choose to marry her and obtain the destiny of "Divine Insight." In the chaos caused by demons and monsters in the Central State, you have achieved great cultivation. Do you want to emerge from seclusion? The instruction you receive is "fortune." You defeat the demon lord with a single sword, shaking the world, and obtain the destiny of "Sword Saint." As the New Dynasty was established, its foundation was unstable. Demons and monsters caused disturbances, and people's hearts were unsettled. The world was filled with countless bones, and small countries were on the brink of collapse. Foreign tribes on the border were watching closely. Even in this prosperous era, there were countless plagues. This was a world where cultivation was revered, and Zhao Huai knew that only by becoming an immortal could he protect himself. While the former officials of the Great Yan Dynasty were searching everywhere for the heir of the former dynasty, attempting to restore the nation and continue the imperial legacy of the Great Yan Empire, Zhao Huai said, "Restoring the nation? It'll not be too late for me to do that after I become an immortal."

"The power is forged only by bathing in the blood of fallen enemies." "Every drop of blood spilled that stains the world strengthens the path to eternity." "Return favors twofold, and resentment, betrayal, and pain a thousandfold—let them fall before you." "Make the gods tremble before you, for there is no being in heaven or earth that cannot be destroyed." "If the heavens block your path, destroy the heavens. If Buddha stands in your way, kill Buddha. As long as you are strong, your will becomes the will of the world." When I began my path to cultivation, I was instructed with these phrases. They told me this was the common Dao followed by cultivators. They said cultivation is a thorny journey with limited resources. They said for one to ascend, millions must fall. Immutable rules. A predestined fate. This was the legacy left to us by our ancestors who forged the rules of cultivation. These ancestors chose a Dao of violence and domination. But I did not accept it. I mocked it. I did not want to be part of this solitary world of violence and battles. I could not accept stepping on and massacring my brothers and sisters to become stronger. Wars. Trials. Conflicts. Betrayals. A lonely journey to become the ultimate existence. I did not want to accept it. I did not accept it. I, let me say it, I did not want to cultivate.

Felix was just like everyone else - someone who loved reading webtoons and manga to pass the time. Fast forward, he dies and gets transmigrated into an alternate Earth where Towers, Hunters, Quirks and the like exists. Only, the cheat he gets is his unranked "Charm", but it's faulty at best. So, he decides to f*** the script, and make his way to the top - not through endless grinding like those other protagonists - but rather "charming" his way to the top. Oh, right, his level of manipulations would make a certain death book-holder look like a saint. + Inspired Heavily By Regressor Instruction Manual + TAGS: Dominant/Yandere-ish Love Interests, Heavy Manipulation By Protagonist

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"I can't take it anymore! I just want to die. Why can't anyone understand that?" Almost clothless in the dark night, Camille yelled from the high rocky hill in tears. The clouds thundered while it wept bitterly and heavily. Her clothes were torn and badly revealing as a result of the angry rain. ' Jump. ' She heard a faint voice loud and clear. "What?" She murmured lowly in a tone only she could hear. ' Jump. ' The voice instructed her again. "I.. I'm scared to!" She sobbed. ' You want to die, don't you? You really want death so much. You're just one step away from the door of lifelessness. Just close your eyes and put one foot in front of the other. ' ' Baby steps, Camille. Baby steps! ' Her breath became unsteady a bit. She was beginning to contemplate on the idea. Is this really it? The way she was going to die! ' What are you waiting for Camille? Do it! ' She calmed herself drenched by the rain. She was beginning to accept death little by little. ' Just close your eyes and take the step. I promise you won't feel a thing.' What a simple instruction for a complicated action! ' On the count of three, Camille! ' ' We'll count together.' She nodded and counted in unison with the voice: "One...two..." "...three..."