Sangwoo Knife

A realistic zombie apocalypse ------- The world ended without warning. No monsters. No mutations. Just the walking dead — and the unlucky survivors. When society collapsed, I lost everything. All I have left is my knife, my instincts... and the will to survive. This is my story. No superpowers. No systems. Just blood, death, and the fight to stay human in a world where people turn into monsters. If you're tired of overpowered protagonists, godlike powers, and evolution cheats — welcome to reality. The undead don't care who you were. Only what you're willing to do to keep breathing. My name is Alex. Today is Day 1. And it's already hell. ------ (Warning: Contains violence, gore, and dark themes. This is a gritty, grounded survival tale.) Add to your library if you want a non supernatural kind of apocalypse.

Oops! The foolish real young master had run away!!! The title of the book… Micah had everything anyone could possibly envy, a gentle mother, a supportive father, and two doting older sisters. His family business dominated the capital with its high-technology products, and he was raised with a silver spoon from birth. Life was perfect. Until one day everything crumbled when a young man appeared, claiming to be the real young master. The classic case of swapped at birth… Panicked and heartbroken, Micah, the fake heir, fought desperately to hold onto his family and fortune. From Bad-mouthing and spreading rumours to initiating misplaced hatred toward the real young master, he plotted financial pitfalls and implicated his family business in progress. Not to mention his backstabbing and selling the classified information to a rival company. “What the actual f..?” Micah stared at the book, seething with anger. He was practically a villain out of a melodrama. He would never be like that! Which vengeful ghost had written this book?! “Where is my knife?!” He needed to show this so-called author the true meaning of vengeance! Even if he couldn’t get his hands on him, at the very least, he could undermine all the nonsense that was written in his book! Whether would he really be this mentally handicapped as described in the book remained a mystery, but please could someone explain the rest of the book to him? Those madmen! Those Degenerated Gongs! How could they torment the cheerful sunny Shou and twist him into an obedient meek little puppet just to satisfy their sick desires?! “I, Micah Ramsy, swear to protect my new brother from those psychos and hungry wolves!” Thus begins the journey of the fake heir, hell-bent on keeping those scums away from his sweet brother.

In her first life, Su Jin gave everything to protect her family, only to be framed, cast out, and left for dead. But fate gives her a second chance. Reborn with all her memories, she’s no longer the soft-hearted girl they once trampled. This time, she will take back everything that was stolen and make them regret ever crossing her. Scheming sister Su Nuo, hypocritical foster parents, and the charming but cruel Su Jue—one by one, they’ll fall. But just when she thought she will walk this cold path alone, a certain man won’t leave her side. “Young Master Fu, can you stop following me?” Fu Siyan’s lips curl into a lazy smile. “If you want revenge, I’ll plan the funeral. If you want blood, I’ll hand you the knife. Where else can you find such a thoughtful husband?” This life, Su Jin won’t be anyone’s pawn. She’ll rise, she’ll fight—and she just might fall in love along the way.

Death was supposed to be the end. It wasn't. He had conquered the martial world as the legendary Blood God Energy—a master strategist whose name struck fear into enemies across the land. But even legends fall when those closest to them drive the knife deepest. Betrayed by the very lord he served, he died thinking his story was over. He was wrong. Reborn as Aslan, the fifteen-year-old crown prince of the fallen Maran Kingdom, he awakens to find his royal blood has become a death sentence. Enslaved by the very nobles who destroyed his homeland, he's thrust into the brutal gladiatorial arenas—not for glory or freedom, but for their twisted entertainment. They don't just want him to die; they want to preserve his corpse as a trophy, a taxidermied reminder of a kingdom's extinction. But they've made one fatal miscalculation. The body may be that of a scrawny prince, but the mind belongs to a master who has crawled back from death itself. Armed with memories of two lifetimes and an unbreakable will to live on his own terms, he'll transform from prey to predator. Because this time, he won't just survive the game of power and betrayal. He'll rewrite the rules entirely. In a world that sees him as nothing more than entertainment, how far will a dead man walking go to reclaim his throne?

After losing her parents in a tragic accident, 14-year-old Sara Cambpell Jhonson finds herself utterly alone in the world… or so she believes at first. When her three aunts arrive to take legal custody of her, Sara quickly realizes they aren’t there out of love — they’re here for power. Under the roof of the grand Campbell Manor, Sara faces a life filled with lies, manipulation, and constant humiliation, as she struggles to protect the only things she has left: her home and Persi, her gray-furred cat, whose special bond with Sara seems to understand more than anyone could ever imagine. But when a man enters the manor with a knife in hand and words even more dangerous, Sara begins to suspect that her parents’ deaths were no accident. Determined to uncover the truth, she flees alone to Edinburgh, leaving Persi behind… and everything she once knew. Now surrounded by new dangers, strange allies, and a web of secrets stretching far beyond what she imagined, Sara must learn to fight for herself… and discover who truly killed her parents.

It started on a rainy Tuesday. Alex was just heading home when he saw her — a girl with long, wavy brown hair, soaked in rain, standing at the campus gate with blood on her hands and a knife in her grip. He should’ve run. But something made him stay. She didn’t scream. She cried — silent, shaking — and kept stabbing whatever was beneath her. The body had pink hair, now matted with blood and rain, sprawled at her feet like something that should’ve stayed buried. Then — his phone beeped. She looked up. Eyes empty and wild. And she walked toward him. “Turn it off,” she whispered. “Before they hear us.”

I quiver as he snakes his arm around my waist with his lips behind my ear whispering, "So what would you say about my proposal, Zelda?" Peering into his eyes with a smile on my lips, I entangle him in a hug and plunge the knife at his back taking him by surprise. Slowly, he goes limp in my arms falling on his knees before me while staring at me and not uttering a word. Leaning forward, I give him a peck as a tear escapes from my eyes. "I'm sorry, either way it's meant to come to this." I say giving a him final look before twisting the knife further at his back, leaving him to bleed to death. ***** Griselda Capell, a seemingly average young lady with hidden abilities has only one ambition in life, 'to become successful and find a fairytale type of love'. Her dreams come crashing down when she's sold off to the Royal pure blooded Garcia's family as a mistress to the heir, Aidan. Slowly, she entertains the idea that life with Aidan doesn't seem all bad as they rather fall in love. Soon, her hidden abilities are slowly discovered and harnessed, with emissaries of the Venine temple whisking her away and intimating of her role and destiny in life. Plots, twists and turns ensue as her destiny which she's expected to fulfill is in stark contrast with Aidan's, which harshly drifts them apart and turns her into a version of herself she had never dreamt of, a monster as some may call her. With a mass of powers at the tip of her fingers, tons of army at her command, Griselda turns out to be Aidan's most dreaded enemy, fear and weakness. A entrancing tale of love and hate, lovers to enemies, both expected to do away with each other, which will survive?

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late. I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan— “Mommy?” I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.” “Mommy!” I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?” He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world. My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?” I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside. I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game. Well, we may just survive this mess after all. Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes. I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival. For Leo and me. Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.

If you had a golden apple, who would you give it to? Invited to the banquet, Luo En saw the golden apple in the plate inscribed with "To the fairest goddess" and the three goddesses embroiled in dispute before him, and he picked up a knife with a smug smile. The first step, peeling; he gave the skin to Aphrodite. "To be fair, you're quite pretty. As a layer of skin, you're not bad to look at." The second step, slicing the flesh; he gave that to Hera. "As the queen of heaven, yet everyone in Olympus from 800-year-olds to animals has cuckolded you, including males, females, and even sheep. Since you can't save face anyway, take these insides." The third step, he gave the remaining core to Athena. "You were supposed to be born a male god and take over Zeus's position, but due to Zeus's shenanigans, you lost that seed, so here, have this core." Aphrodite clenched her fists, Hera raised her scepter, Athena summoned her spear and shield... Seeing this, Luo En quickly stepped back, shielding the goddess of discord, Eris, firmly in front of him. "And you still want to be the goddess of discord? Look at me; I got them to unite at once, even better than you with your instigation." "..." Surrounded by Greek gods sharpening their knives, Eris was left in silence.

In a world dominated by seven super-corporations, the Longevity Species that always occupied the pinnacle of power didn't allow for the enactment of written laws. The Floating Islands of prisons delimited by lines on the map, where resources would inevitably run out in the future... People yearned for the birth of a true "Hero," yet they cynically awaited the fall of a Hero from grace. As long as one was hailed by the media as a Hero, even murder could be forgiven, and every word they said would be adored. Even high and mighty Elves dared not provoke the edge of a Hero. But if a Hero of the past committed even a minor offense, the moment their image crumbled, the forgiven sins would flare up like an inextinguishable furnace, and the stars of yesterday would instantly become unforgivable criminals... "—Come become a Hero, Russell." The most vicious criminal in the world thrust a knife into the boy's hand, whispering a low enticement. —————— Solo female lead, Beast Ears, Spiritual Energy, Mechanical Angels, and other elements. Cyber-fantasy. Please refrain if not to your liking.

Seven unparalleled divine blades. The Ice-Snow Goddess's sigh - Morning Dew Knife. The Roar of the Fire God - Righteous Sun Knife. The Song of the Freedom Wind - Ao Tian's Knife. The melody of Earth's awakening - Longevity Knife. The Hexagonal of God's Hundred Changes - Xuánjī Knife. Dawn penetrating Heaven and Earth - Holy Radiance Knife. The Curse of Eternal Hell - Devouring Demon Knife. These are the seven divine swords, and also seven magic wands imbued with ice, fire, wind, earth, space, light, and darkness. Most importantly, they are also the main character's—kitchen knives.

[WSA Entry 2025] I was betrayed in my first life. A cripple, broken and discarded— I died after catching the one I loved in bed with the only person I ever called a friend. That was the start of real torment. When I woke up, it was in another world. A goddess stood before me. She told me I could go back. Back to my world. Back to everything I lost. All I had to do… was play my part. The side character. And I did. I followed the script. Played my role to perfection. They hated me. Mocked me. Used me. Again and again. But I kept going. Because I believed her. Because I wanted to go home. Then one day, I found out. The hard way. It was all a lie. There was no going back. There never was. She used me. Again. Just like everyone else. Thrown away like trash once I outlived my usefulness. That was the day something inside me snapped. And so, I made a vow. I would take everything from her. I would enslave every single heroine she chose. And I would kill the hero she placed all her hopes on. If she wanted to protect this world… Then I would burn it down. But the more I tried, the more things started to change. And then one day— I found one of the heroines. One of the hero's yanderes I had enslaved. She stood there, trembling, a knife in her hand. “You’re not going anywhere,” she whispered, eyes wild. “I won’t let them have you. You belong to me.” ...What. The. Fuck. Is. Happening?!

In front of a crowd, the classic "broken engagement" trope unfolded. Gu Feng smiled faintly and took out a golden abacus. "That certain someone, I don’t mind you breaking off the engagement. However, you’ll have to pay me compensation." "At three years and one month old, I secretly fed you a piece of jerky. The meat itself wasn’t worth much, but the seasoning on it was expensive—100 spirit stones." "At three years and two months old, I gave you a wooden knife. This blade was carved over ten years by a master craftsman—1,000 spirit stones." "..." "On top of that, you also owe me compensation for emotional damages over the past 15 years and the next 10,000 years, totaling..." "And for those times I kissed you..." --- Support me on www.patreon.com/c/AnubisTL and Read Ahead!

Am rewriting the first 49 chapters read it o"Leo's innocence n good novel pink Petals was shattered the day he witnessed a horror he could never forget which he wished so badly his innocent eyes didn’t witness . His elder brother, once a guiding light, plunged a knife into their father's chest, and walked away with a chilling smile. Leo, still a child, was frozen in terror, his playful nature replaced with a haunting dread. He hid in the shadows, his camera still rolling, capturing the sinister act. As the brother vanished, Leo crept out from under the table, his legs trembling like leaves. He approached his father, whose eyes pleaded for silence. "Dad, what happened? Should I call for help? You're bleeding...you look so sick." His father's voice was barely audible, but the urgency was clear. "Leo, listen carefully. The safe...it's yours now. Only your fingerprint can open it. Never let anyone near it. The truth you seek, it's all inside. When your grandfather comes, go with him, take the safe, and leave with him. Protect it with your life." With those final words, his father's eyes glazed over, and he slumped back in his chair, leaving Leo alone with the weight of a dark secret." a slow peace novel love burning within umm hope you would love it coz am inlove with it already love you future readers https://buymeacoffee.com/Pink_Petals

He rushed down the dimly lit hotel corridor, his breath quickening with every step. Sweat dripped from his brow. He pulled off his tie, tearing his shirt open in a frenzy. His steps were getting heavier. He was desperate to reach his room. Finally, he fumbled with the lock, heart racing, only to freeze at the sight before him. A woman in a striking red dress stood inside, a glinting knife in one hand and a wine glass in the other, her eyes fixed on him with a chilling smile. The air crackled with danger, and in that instant, he realized he might not be the one in control after all.

Sameer was killed by animal smugglers after he accidentally witnessed their illegal activities. While he was reporting them to the police, they stabbed him with a poisoned knife. After a long and painful struggle, he died — only to find himself transmitted in a world full of beasts and thrilling adventures: the world of beast taming. welcome to word of beasts taming

My lips were tightly shut. My expression—blank. As if I didn’t understand the meaning behind his gaze, now sharper than ever. His fingers traced slowly along my jawline. The motion was calm. Measured. Too careful to be called affectionate. “So naive,” he whispered, barely audible. “Your breath... unchanged. Even your heartbeat is steady.” He leaned in. His lips brushed the skin beneath my ear—warm, but not seductive. A mere distraction. “These eyes... don’t lie. But they’re not completely honest either, are they?” His left hand slid to my back, tracing down my shoulder blades, then lower—to my waist. And stopped. Still. As if checking something. “Do you realize...” he continued, his voice soft yet piercing, “...of all the people who’ve seen my darkest side... you’re the only one who didn’t run.” I stayed silent. Just blinked once more, then gave a faint smile. “And why would I run?” My voice was light. Playful. I even let out a small laugh, more like a sigh. He didn’t laugh back. His gaze remained deep. His hand still touched my cheek—cold, scented with metal and leather. And then I... ...smiled. Genuinely. I leaned up slightly, raised his face gently with both hands, and kissed his cheek. The kiss left no mark, just a soft sound: chu — sweet, innocent. Almost like a child trying to show love. “Oh! You must be tired,” I said lightly. “I only made fish soup tonight, but the cuts are... kind of a mess.” I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt—playful, affectionate. Pulling him to hover directly over me. I slowly lay back on the bed, though my feet still touched the floor. My gaze never left him—looking up from the most vulnerable position. “But don’t ask why the cuts turned out so ugly,” I added with a small giggle. “Because earlier, the knife—” “The knife?” He interrupted. Flat voice. I nodded slowly, my eyes still bright. “Yeah, it’s so heavy! Where did you even buy it? Sharp, scary... but cool. Like... the kind used by a serial killer! Hehe~” For a few seconds, his expression shifted. Not angry. Not bothered. But... something changed. As if his mind had just collided with a memory that should’ve stayed locked away. Then, still calm, he said: “Don’t use that knife again. You could get hurt.” His fingers slipped into my hair—gentle, yet cold. “Tomorrow, I’ll give you a new one. Something that suits your hands better.” Then his lips lowered again. To my neck. At first, it tickled. But it quickly turned into something deeper than clumsy affection. Our breathing grew uneven. His body pressed heavily over mine, making the bed creak with every move.

Born as the fourth prince of a decaying empire, Wu An was raised to be brilliant, polite—and irrelevant. Cast aside by his brothers and ignored by his warlord father, he wore his mask well: the quiet scholar, the forgotten son. But when a strange light drags him from his modern world into a twisted imperial court filled with ancient rites and fractured thrones, he awakens in a body shaped for power—and vengeance. To survive the throne room is to master the battlefield. To win the war is to become a monster. When war erupts in the north, Wu An unleashes a brutal campaign of subterfuge and slaughter. But beneath every victory lies something far more terrifying—visions of monks with bone-bead rosaries, scriptures written in blood, and gods that do not belong to this world. At the heart of the empire is a secret buried in ink and ash, and behind every smile in the capital, a knife waits.

[Main Plot Completed] A love doomed from the start, a lost cause, a losing battle—and yet, neither hearts are willing to let go until the very end. ----- Arlan Cromwell, the epitome of the perfect Crown Prince. All he wants is to live a normal life of a human but the life of a dragon is anything but normal. He has but one goal—to find his runaway betrothed and behead her. What happens when he discovers that the woman who has snagged his heart is the one he vowed to kill? Oriana, a Black Witch, disguising herself as a man, has spent her entire life on the run without knowing what she is running away from. When the mysteries of her past slowly catch up to her, she has no one to turn to…except Arlan. But when she learns that the man she has given her heart to is the same man who wants to kill her, how can she accept the cruel card life dealt her? Two people with secrets to keep, identities to hide, and answers to find. When the certain darkness threatens to take Oriana away, will the Dragon be able to protect his mate? ----- Excerpt- “If I knew you were my betrothed, I would have killed you the very first moment we met." Arlan's gaze darkened with hatred. “If I knew I was betrothed to you, I would have killed myself before you even killed me!” Oriana mirrored the same emotions as him. He pulled out a dagger and offered it to her. “It’s not too late. Just slit your throat with this and you'll bleed out painlessly.” She accepted the knife, her fingers clutching its handle tightly. The next moment, he was pressed against the wall and the knife was on the right side of his neck. “How about I try it on you first, my betrothed?” “Feel free to try. But when you fail, this knife will first taste your grandpa's blood, then yours.” Anger rose in her eyes, and the next moment, blood was flowing through the right side of his neck. She cut deep enough to severe an important blood vessel. “You should not have challenged me,” she sneered and stepped back, waiting for him to collapse. He simply smirked and brushed his finger along the deep wound on his neck. “Seems like you failed.” She watched the wound on his neck heal on its own and felt shocked to her bones. “You.. what are you?” “Guess?” ----- Instagram- mynovel.20 Facebook- Author mynoveltwenty

Harmony's worldview has been flipped on its head. It will take a deft touch to help Harmony keep her sanity as her body and spirit undergo a dramatic transformation. Rhapsody walks a knife's edge as she guides Harmony through a landmine of traumatic memories while attempting to save the world from calamity. Harmony must learn to safely wield her new powers while also keeping her nieces safe. As world politics enter the picture, she must learn to deal with a different kind of power. Fortunately, Harmony has new companions to help her navigate the troubled waters of a world suddenly exposed to magic.

The Bride They Burned He married me for a bet. Then made me bleed to entertain his friends. I was the perfect wife. Obedient. Loving. Devoted. Until my husband turned my life into a game. > “Walk on glass to save your son.” “Smile while you bleed.” “Beg like a good girl.” And when I finally broke, they ended me—with a knife to my heart and laughter in their eyes. But I didn't stay dead. I returned in a new body. More beautiful. More dangerous. And this time—I won’t cry. I won’t beg. I’ll make them fall for me. And then I’ll destroy them. One by one. ---

Kate was cheated on by a scumbag. She laid her hope on the powerful billionaire, Mr. Anderson, to be her salvation. The man spoiled her with cash but his words are like a knife to her heart. "You're just a plaything I bought, a substitute. Behave." Kate's anger came with a divorce agreement. At this moment, he finally panicked. "You can take the house, the children, and the company. Just come back to me."

“In a world ruled by legacies, wealth, and Consortium lies, the only thing more dangerous than being nobody… is becoming somebody.” Sixteen-year-old James Aston is broke, fatherless, and one bad debt away from losing the last person he cares about—his dying grandfather. On a future Earth dominated by corporate dynasties and portal technology, the only escape from poverty is conscription into the Portal Program, a deadly initiative that sends expendable recruits into alien worlds in exchange for survival, skill unlocks, and the faint hope of power. James never asked to be chosen. But thanks to a favor called in by criminals he doesn’t know, his name is marked, his body extracted, and his life thrown into Trial World Theta-9, a nightmarish forest where monsters stalk the weak and only killers thrive. Armed with nothing but a rusted knife, a malfunctioning system screen, and a sarcastic inner monologue, James must kill to survive, adapt to evolve, and learn fast—or die faster. But something stirs in the darkness beneath the trial zones. A fragmented legacy long buried begins to awaken in his blood… one that whispers of pirate kings, ghost ships, and sovereignty carved from shadow and steel. What begins as survival will spiral into war. From street scum to assassin. From assassin to pirate king. From pawn to player. In the game of worlds, James Aston refuses to stay a piece on someone else’s board.

After meeting an unfortunate death on earth, Sigrid unwillingly transmigrated into a novel world becoming Lady Sigrid Thorin the unwanted wife of the crown prince. She resigned herself to her fate and set a goal to become the empress. But to become the future empress, she had to gain the heart of her husband_the foul tempered Prince Roland Maximus a man that loathed her and would sooner kill her than kiss her. While his heart was too thin for her to squeeze into, it was rather wide for the woman he brought home on returning from a three month expedition, a woman he had sworn to protect forever. The same woman Sigrid was on a mission to destroy, an irreconcilable enemy. With misunderstandings, scheming and jealousy, thus begun Sigrid's trials to win the heart of the man that had undeniably captivated her with his dazzling smile and her mission step over the fake female lead, be crowned empress and change her fate. Excerpt. "A knife to the throat of your husband that has just returned from war, what do you hope to accomplish crown princess?" Sigrid's eyes trailed down, to the silver blade pressed against her abdomen, she raised her head and laughed snidely. "A knife to the belly of your wife as soon as you return from war, other men start by saying, honey i am home. They also don't bring home unwanted canaries as presents for their wives." Roland leaned down with a part smug and part angry smoldering look in his eyes. It was if he wished to set her on fire, and not in the passionate way. "Honey i am home." he slowly said, dragging the words out. Sigrid trailed the knife slowly over his neck, almost as if she was caressing it with her fingers. "Welcome back, i hope you don't mind but i intend to kill that canary. If you want to bring me a gift next time, try gold and diamonds. I can also accept you, just wrap a ribbon around your bare chest."

In a world where Light Fairies stand for justice, Love Fairies spark romance, and Dark Fairies feed, destroy, and generally make a mess of things—Veravos doesn’t quite fit in. As a Dark Fairy, he’s expected to join the war effort under Queen Judorah’s rule, tearing down the world for reasons that mostly sound like bad management and unnecessary paperwork. But Veravos? He’d rather be left alone to brood dramatically in his woods, avoid extroverts, and maybe—just maybe—become human someday. Then Scarlette crashes—literally—into his life. She’s a rogue Love Fairy with forbidden magic, sharp opinions, and a mysterious emerald she insists on using as a kitchen knife. Hunted by her own kind, she might be Veravos’s key to uncovering ancient secrets tied to the Light Kingdom… or the beginning of his downfall. Together, they’ll clash, bargain, and uncover truths neither of them is ready for. But when love turns lethal and darkness isn’t the worst thing chasing them, they’ll have to decide: will they rewrite their destinies, or become casualties in someone else’s war? Told through Veravos’s dry, sarcastic voice, The Dark Fairy King is a sharp-tongued fantasy filled with reluctant alliances, chaotic magic, and unexpected heart.

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.'

Charlotte Rosewood was the perfect daughter, the loyal sister, and the devoted fiancée. She gave them everything — her love, her fame, her voice, her soul. And how did they repay her? They killed her. Her brother, David, the cunning snake in a suit. Her sister, Melody, who wore innocence like perfume but reeked of envy. And Vincent — the man she loved so blindly — who drove the knife straight through her heart… for money. But fate wasn’t done with her. Charlotte wakes up — one year before her death. Her heart still aches. Her tears still burn. But the love? It’s dead. What lives now… is vengeance. > “I begged for their love once. Now they’ll beg for my mercy.” This time, she’s not giving second chances. This time, she’s not playing nice. She will take back her power. She will reclaim her name. And she will make them bleed — slowly. > She was their pawn. Now, she’s the queen. GAME STARTS

They took everything from him... His name, his home, even his father’s love. Beaten, betrayed, thrown and abandoned like trash. Ryan is left with nothing. But in a world where power is the only law, the powerless don’t just survive… they hunt. The weak don’t beg for mercy. They return with a knife... [Ding!] [You have awakened 'The Villain System'] And this was my knife.

In a world devastated by an unforgiving apocalypse, Qing Xia struggles against a life filled with despair. Surrounded by the suffocating remnants of society—polluted air, barren land, and the haunted expressions of humanity—he often envies those who have found peace in death, escaping the relentless suffering of existence. Yet, the memory of his family's sacrifice fuels his determination to endure, making him one of the last survivors in a landscape of desolation. But fate has other plans. During a routine mission, Qing Xia’s life abruptly ends, or so he believes. To his shock, he awakens reborn as an idol on the brink of obscurity, a mere shadow in a vibrant world. Eager for a second chance, he seeks solace in a newfound identity, yearning for a life filled with simple pleasures. However, tranquility slips through his fingers as he is thrust into an unexpected chaos—a variety show that pulls him into the heart of danger, where secret agents, ruthless hitmen, and shadowy figures lurk. With every step, the weight of his dreams collides with a reality he never wished to face. As he grapples with relentless uncertainty, Sian realizes that the struggle for peace may lead him deeper into turmoil. In this haunting journey, can he carve out a destiny in a world that seems determined to tear him apart? The winds of fate do not blow as one wishes, and with shadows closing in, every moment counts. ---------------------------- Black box: Someone: "Darling, help me deal with these people." Sian: "Stay away from me. I have nothing to do with you or them." Someone, with fake tears: "Darling, I’m hurt. Come kiss me here, and the pain will go away." Sian, holding a military knife: "Does it hurt there? How about I just cut it off for you?" Someone, stripping Sian’s clothes: "Darling, you look so beautiful when you’re angry. I can’t take it anymore." Sian: "Go to hell! Ah—ahh! Stop it—stop! That hurts! Quit biting me, you damn dog!" --------------------------------------- COVER by my Sensei : Aurimas_Pazikas ---------------------------------------     Dear readers, welcome to an exciting adventure! This is a captivating BL novel filled with +18 scenes that add a spark of joy and love and some sadness. If you’re open to exploring vibrant stories and vibrant connections, dive right in to accompany our Angel, the MC " Sian," on his journey in this new world.

[WSA entry 2025] I died during a late-night gaming session and woke up… as a rock. Not just any rock — a Dungeon Core. Worse? I'm ranked -F. Below trash. Below beginner. Below existing. Everyone thinks I’m just a failed spawn point that adventurers can farm for easy XP. But what they don’t know is this: I’ve got the Supreme Dungeon System — a cheat-level upgrade that lets me control my entire dungeon manually. Traps, monsters, mana flow, terrain—everything. My first monster? A weak, happy slime I named Goop. My first invader? A rookie with a butter knife. My first win? Hilariously accidental. I used to be human. I’ve played hundreds of games like this. And now I’m going to build the deadliest dungeon this world has ever seen — one trap at a time.