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The Ace Sniper Wife

She is a legend in the world of mercenaries. She is a myth in the realm of snipers. The queen of mercenaries in her previous life, betrayed by a trusted friend in a crisis, she lost her life. Reincarnated in her present life, she became a newbie lost in the bottom rung, only to rise to glory again! Assigned as a procurement officer? With a heavy burden on her shoulders, she can still take out the elites in a flash! Doubting her shooting skills? With one shot, she can make you pee in your pants! Trapped by love? She can reject her fiance without a second thought! In a life steeped in iron and blood, she forged her legend. But- Why did that overbearing, handsome, friendless captain suddenly announce to her, "I will control your life and I will protect you!” And so, on the road to legendary glory, she even managed to find some time for a romance. # In this world, some are displaced and some are homeless, but she was moved by this country and found a sense of belonging. Therefore, she was willing to protect this country, just like she had once protected her own life. [Hot Blooded Chapter] There's a legend that in Eastlandia there is a mysterious team- In the desert, the jungle, the maritime territories, the sky, they excel in triphibious combat. People see them as ghosts, capable of anything. * A drill, a surprise attack, a massacre. The sneak attack did not last more than two minutes. Flossie Wright leaned against a doorway, her expression calm, “Playing so ruthlessly, aren’t you afraid of causing resentment?” Inside the room, Hutchinson, after extracting the information he wanted, blew the head off of the last living witness with one shot. Upon hearing this, his eyebrows lifted, his voice careless yet particularly arrogant, “Those who should resent, already do. What do a couple more count for?” “......”
Fruit Shop Bottle · 923.8K Views

A Black Umbrella and White Feather

Huel lived in a world of cheesy romance novels and quiet reality. Deaf since childhood, he wore headphones not for music, but to avoid conversations he couldn’t hear. He carried a black umbrella everywhere—rain or shine—and spent every afternoon on the same park bench by the lake, watching people’s unspoken stories: a smile here, a tear there, hands clasped tight. One day, as Huel scribbled ideas for his latest story (*The Pirate’s Secret Pickle*), a loud, melodic laugh cut through his silence. He looked up. A snowy-white bird sat on a branch above him, chirping what sounded like… *giggles*. Before Huel could react, the bird hopped down—and transformed into a man. A *very* handsome man, with silver hair and a grin that sparkled. “Got you!” the man said, snatching Huel’s umbrella. His voice was clear, like bells. “I’ve been watching you ignore the world. Why?” Huel froze. He’d never heard a voice so vividly before. “H-How…?” The man tapped Huel’s headphones. “Magic. And I’m bored. You’re interesting.” He leaned closer, trapping Huel against the bench. “Let’s make a deal. I’ll give you the *best* romance plot of your life… if you let me be your boyfriend.” Huel’s face turned red. “Why?!” The man winked. “Because you’re the first human who noticed my laugh.” He tossed the umbrella into the air, and it turned into a flock of butterflies. “So? Deal?” ---
Sweet_SourKiwi · 210 Views

I Am Overpowered And A Comedian In Another World

I am Racist. … I mean, my name is Racis T. I was a stand-up comedian. The flop one. The one who only get laughs when someone else is making fun of him. Anyway, I was doing one such show in a bar and since I like dark humor, I was cracking jokes around that. The show I was doing was in a run down bar, frequently visited by wicked tattooed motor bikers sort of people. I spewed some humorous jokes but no one seemed to get them as they were not laughing or maybe they got the jokes, that’s why they weren’t laughing. All in all, they were ignoring me. Being ignored didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was starving to death, therefore, I decided to go darker. Though, I shouldn’t have done that. One of my jokes or maybe all of them triggered a man and as a result, he head-shotted me and I died on the stage. But see this : A man got triggered and he pulled the trigger. I did some word play here. But who cares. I am dead anyway. All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing and loving me and girls too. I am a true artist. I don’t care about money. All the money I would have earned I would be giving it to others. I would distribute 0.001 percent of all my money to the people in need. I don’t care about money at all. Nevertheless, a death is a death. So my story ended. Though, if there is an afterlife I would like to become a successful comedian, have a loving wife and have good enough money so I can afford only a three time meal and a humble private yacht or a jet will do too. I don’t care about money anyway. That was my dying wish. Though, I am using ‘though’ too much, don't mind. So yeah, as I was saying, I had that wish only if there was an after life and turned out… There really was an after life. Though, (‘though’ again?) it wasn’t what I wished for at all!!
KhyaaL · 5.2K Views
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