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When Arila Vellion wakes up in the body of a noble girl in a magical kingdom, her first thought is not, “Where am I?” but rather, “Please don’t let this be a dating sim.” Spoiler alert: it is. And she’s the glitch in the main storyline. Reincarnated with full memories of her past life as Shizuku, a sarcastic, over-caffeinated Japanese high schooler with a sweet tooth and a love for otome games, Arila quickly realizes she’s been thrown into a romantic fantasy world complete with glittering nobles, dramatic plotlines, and way too many sparkly boys with tragic backstories. She was supposed to be a background character. A cake-obsessed extra who quietly died of heartbreak in Chapter Two. But thanks to one poorly timed lightning spell and a wyvern crash-landing into a royal ball, Arila has accidentally triggered multiple romance routes, bonded with a divine fox spirit named Ninko (who may or may not be judging everyone), and become the magical prodigy everyone’s talking about. Now, she has five elemental affinities, a rapidly growing fanbase of confused love interests, and an entire noble society that can’t decide whether she’s a genius or a walking disaster. (Hint: it’s both.) Unfortunately, the world she’s landed in doesn’t play fair. Behind the sparkles and courtly dances lies a tangled web of magical politics, ancient prophecies, and rival heroines who take their drama very seriously. From scheming villainesses with perfect hair to a bubbly commoner girl with suspicious protagonist energy, Arila is surrounded by walking plot points—and not a single one of them understands her sarcastic anime references. Between dodging marriage proposals, sabotaging flag events with strategic pastry distribution, and accidentally becoming the center of magical warfare, Arila just wants to live a chill, snack-filled life with her divine fox and a kitchen full of cocoa. But fate—and apparently the headmaster of Divine Royale Academy—has other plans. Welcome to a world where: • Your school schedule includes wand combat and etiquette for duels, • Your romantic rival might be a dragon in disguise, • And your only defense against political matchmaking is a sarcastic smirk and a frying pan. Can Arila rewrite the narrative, survive magical orientation, and launch her dream dessert empire—without becoming the final boss of this love story? Probably not. But she is wearing sneakers to the next royal event. Just in case.

In a vast world of cultivation, where yin and yang shape fate, and the lines between good and evil blur, five great clans rule over the land. Among them, the Lingxiao Clan (凌霄族)—known for its elegance, swordsmanship, and archery—stands as the fourth most revered. From this clan comes a boy born without a golden core or spiritual qi. His name is Ling Yiran (凌逸然)—graceful, free-spirited, and untamed. Though he is the youngest son of the clan leader, he is forbidden to cultivate, to fight, or even to wield a blade. His days are spent painting, playing, studying—locked within the mansion’s walls. But behind his quiet smiles is a secret life. At night, Yiran sneaks into the Forbidden Library, hidden deep in the mountains of Lingxiao territory, to learn long-lost arts none dare to touch. At 17, he is invited alongside his siblings to the Jinyue Clan (锦月族)—the second most powerful clan, famed for music cultivation, and bound by more than 10,000 sacred rules. Known for their discipline and emotional restraint, the Jinyue clan is a place where mistakes are not forgiven. His companions: His noble and composed older sister, Ling Qingxue (凌清雪) His lively, mischievous younger twin brothers: — Ling Yuze (凌昱泽) — Ling Yuhan (凌昱寒) They arrive at the gates of the Jinyue Clan. Everyone presents their invitation—but Yiran, of course, forgets his. The guards refuse him entry. Just then, a cold and beautiful young man appears, dressed in white robes. A red spirit thread coils around his wrist, and a blue spiritual sword hangs at his side. His face is expressionless, his gaze sharp as frost. He is Jin Suoxue (锦索雪), the Young Master of the Jinyue Clan—distant, cold, and feared by many. His name means “Bound in Snow”, and his heart is rumored to be just as frozen. Yiran, ever defiant, calls out to him without formality. “Hey, cold-face!” Everyone freezes. Jin Suoxue merely replies: “No invitation, no entry.” And walks away without a second glance. Furious, Yiran leaves, only to return later—with his scroll, snacks, and alcohol. But as he nears the gate, a formation sends him flying, his precious gifts broken. He grits his teeth, draws a black talisman, and writes glowing red characters in the air:“Distract.” The gate formation shatters briefly, letting him slip inside while sipping the one bottle that survived. A low voice stops him. “Oh... it’s you again.” And so begins the tale of sword and flute—of a spirited boy with no cultivation and a cold genius bound by rules. Their clash will awaken forgotten arts... and perhaps, a bond destined to defy the heavens. ————— Disclaimer: Book cover not mine. Credit to the rightful owner.

Yun Jin was supposed to die—a forgettable cannon fodder chewed up by the plot to make the real heroine shine. But after centuries of grinding through infinite worlds as a system’s lackey, she’s back, armed with a golden finger that’s anything but conventional. Meet the "Super Simplified System." Its goal? Make cultivation stupidly easy. Problem? To keep it running, Yun Jin needs emotional fuel—and the more chaos she causes, the more points she gets. —Trying to meditate? Simplified. Now she absorbs qi by… snacking on melon seeds. —Sect elders preaching discipline? Oops. She just yawned mid-lecture—+500 Emotion Points. —Destined to be a nobody? Not today. Every outraged gasp, every baffled stare—power-ups in disguise. Between accidentally trolling the entire cultivation world and rewriting her "doormat" destiny, Yun Jin’s counterattack is a masterclass in productive pandemonium. Who needs hard work when you can harvest rage, confusion, and sheer disbelief—and call it cultivation? Chaos. Comedy. Comeuppance. (And maybe, just maybe, world domination.) [NoCP]

They feared a warlord. They summoned a legend. What they got… was a nap. In the sleepy village of Zhenbei, Gao Mingyu has one ambition: doing absolutely nothing. Nicknamed Fat Master Ming, he is a round-bellied hermit of snacks, snoozes, and sarcastic wisdom. But beneath the soft exterior, thick glasses, and unmatched laziness lies a secret—he is the last wielder of the long-lost Slumbering Tiger System, a mysterious cultivation path powered by rest, food, and sheer indifference. He once saved a province. Not that he remembers. But when celestial cranes block out the sun and an icy beauty from the Cloudborne Sect, Li Xuan, descends demanding aid against a world-ending threat, Mingyu’s peaceful life under the plum tree collapses faster than his bamboo mat during snack time. The seal on his arm awakens. The heavens stir. The System whispers. And the realms watch as the Indolent Slayer, a man too lazy to court the women he admires, is called to battle demons, ancient conspiracies, and his greatest enemy: effort. With the sharp-tongued Li Xuan by his side (and possibly in his heart), Mingyu is forced into a world of spiraling sect drama, legendary monsters, and sleeping dragons—literally. But the true question remains: Can a man who fights best in his dreams save the world… while still making it to lunch on time?

WARNING: This story contains intense emotions, brutal betrayals, slow-burn obsession, and a female lead who doesn't know how to stay dead. Proceed with caution... and snacks. SIDE EFFECTS MAY INCLUDE: screaming at your screen, falling for fictional men, and yelling “JUST KISS ALREADY.”...Get ready for this neverending rollercoaster of excitement!!! She was known as Qin mu, the organization’s deadliest sword. Feared and ruthless, everything dead or alive shuddered at the mention of her name. Until one night, they turned on her. Framed by the people she trusted, she was labeled as a traitor and was electrocuted to death on an electric chair. Qin mu awakens in the body of Shen mu, an ordinary girl who was relentlessly bullied… and who looks exactly like her. With a strange centipede-long scar now marking her face and fragments of her past creeping in, Qin mu begins to piece together the truth behind the betrayal that shattered her world. Then she meets Huo yunxiao , the cold, enigmatic young master of the powerful Huo family. His gaze unsettles her and His presence stirs something deeper. But as vengeance calls and shadows whisper secrets long buried, she must make a choice. Will her thirst for revenge and the mystery of her past destroy the chance at the love she never knew she needed? Or will she place her aching heart in the hands of this god-like man and the promise of a peaceful future?

In the year 2091, Earth ran on smart cities, drone deliveries, endless exams, and mild existential dread. Everything was boringly stable—until one Tuesday evening, the sky glitched. > “Ding! Population: 10 Billion. Phase 2 Initiated. Begin Cosmic Protocol.” And reality broke. Portals opened. The laws of physics updated. Every human—student, soldier, or sandwich vendor—was forcibly enrolled into a universe-sized game of classes, quests, and utterly unfair cosmic mechanics. This is the story of Everett Miracle, an 18-year-old who just wanted to pass his college entrance exams… but instead pulled the legendary (and possibly bugged) class: > Cube of Becoming. (Yes. An actual cube. No refunds.) Now, stuck between worlds and saddled with a sarcastic system, a semi-sentient cube companion, and a growing list of completely insane responsibilities, Everett must survive bizarre creatures, broken powers, and increasingly unhinged allies. The fate of the multiverse may or may not depend on him. He would really prefer it didn’t. --- Patreon: [miracle_cube123] Updates: Weekly/Chaotic/Powered by Snacks

Prolog – Disconnect Kaelen Marek war kein Held. Zumindest nicht in der echten Welt. Er war ein durchschnittlicher Spieler mit überdurchschnittlichem Ehrgeiz – einer von denen, die in MMOs mehr fanden als nur Level und Loot. Für ihn war Azuria Online kein Spiel. Es war Zuflucht. Freiheit. Eine zweite Heimat. Sein Charakter, Zeyron, war legendär unter den Folianten – diese rare DoT-Klasse, die kaum jemand verstand, geschweige denn meistern konnte. Aber Kael hatte sie perfektioniert. Er hatte sich mit Taktiken, Builds und Raidstrategien in Foren einen Namen gemacht. Doch außerhalb des Spiels kannte ihn niemand. Und das war okay. An diesem Abend loggte er sich ein wie immer. Routine. Headset auf, Fenster zu, Serverliste laden, Einloggen. > „Willkommen zurück, Zeyron.“ Ein letzter Login. Der Patch „Echoes of Azuria“ war live – das angeblich letzte große Story-Update, bevor das Spiel in Wartung gehen sollte. Niemand wusste, was passieren würde. Viele vermuteten einen Neustart. Andere einen Softwipe. Einige sprachen von Event-Endbossen, von Story-Finalen, von Geheimnissen. Kael war vorbereitet. Er hatte Getränke, Snacks, und sein Planbuch aufgeschlagen. Doch was dann kam … … war kein Patch. Es war ein Schluckauf in der Realität. Ein einziger Frameverlust – und dann: Stille. Der Bildschirm flackerte. Und dann war er weg. Nicht ausgeloggt. Nicht abgeschmiert. Er war verschwunden. Als er die Augen öffnete, war Azuria nicht länger eine Spielwelt. Es war alles, was blieb.

When Nila wakes up in 2013 inside her 13-year-old body, she thinks fate has given her a second chance—one where she can fix her mistakes, follow her dreams, and maybe even be a little selfish. She’s ready to enjoy hostel life, eat all the snacks she missed, become a food blogger, write that bestselling novel, and this time... maybe say yes when her childhood crush confesses? But happiness isn’t that simple—not when she knows the future. The devastating Chennai flood is just two years away. And after that? The world-stopping COVID-19 pandemic. Armed with memories of her past life, a diary full of plans, and a little brother she’s determined to protect, Nila is about to face teenage life again—with a twist. Can she rewrite her fate and become the woman she always dreamed of being? Or will destiny still find its way back?

When Mix arrives at university, he wants only one thing peace. But the past crashes into the present when he’s assigned to share a room with Arm, the rich, popular boy who once made high school feel like hell. Arm barely remembers what he did. Mix remembers every word. But things get weirder. Snacks start showing up in Mix’s table. No note. No hint. Just quiet kindness he doesn’t trust. Then Mix starts falling but not for Arm. For someone else… or so he thinks. With secrets, miscommunication, and unexpected warmth between two unlikely roommates, Sweet Like Trouble is a slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers BL story about first love, finding safety in unexpected places, and learning when to fight and when to forgive.

Indecision Protocol Online as told (reluctantly) by Adrian Okay, deep breath. So… I didn’t mean to get dragged into a fantasy world. Or five. Or however many it's been so far—I’ve kind of lost count between the mana storms, flaming swords, and those weirdly judgmental elves. One moment I was a socially anxious nobody with a healthy fear of confrontation and a tragic internet history. The next, I woke up with a voice in my head—no, not a helpful voice. Not a wise mentor. I got assigned the most insufferable system on the metaphysical market. It’s sarcastic. Rude. Possibly sentient. Definitely hates me. And it won’t shut up. It says I’m “chaos-compatible,” whatever that means. Apparently, I gain power not from training or discipline like normal people, but from doing things that “disrupt the narrative structure.” Which, by the way, includes falling down stairs and starting bar fights by accident. So yeah. That’s… my life now. I’ve been forced to travel from one bizarre world to another—each more magical, dangerous, and emotionally confusing than the last. Everyone thinks I’m some kind of destined agent of change or walking disaster prophecy. I’d like to clarify: I’m just trying not to die, cry, or get flirted with by someone who turns into a dragon when emotionally compromised. I thought I was getting a hero arc. Maybe even romance. But the truth is? I’m leveling up by accident. And my system is definitely enjoying the show. Please send help. Or snacks. Or a class reset.

Sky isn’t just a fan. He lives anime. He speaks in quotes. He dodges invisible attacks during class. He believes there’s a hidden power within him—just waiting for the right moment to awaken. Everyone calls him crazy. But he doesn’t care. Because he knows one thing: “In every anime, the MC starts misunderstood.” One night, during his 100th rewatch of his favorite show, "Arifureta", his screen glitches. Static. Then silence. And suddenly… A blinding light bursts from the TV—and standing there is Giny, the Anime Genie, a mythical being created from the energy of every anime ever watched with passion, tears, and snacks. Giny offers him a wish—any anime world, any power, any role. WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHEN AN OTAKU IS GIVEN A WISH

"Oh Lord Lunareio, you are the only one who can save our world." ... My name is Rikuya Takatsuki, and I didn’t ask to be summoned to some fantasy world with my classmates. But there I was, expected to be a hero and protect the Kingdom from Realm Eaters, dimensional monsters chewing through reality. Apparently, all the races summoned forth heroes of legend, which was sort of a shocker to me since it wasn’t the cliché "slay the demon king" trope. Sounds cool, right? Wrong. While everyone else got flashy powers and legendary classes, I was slapped with the FFF Auto Hero class—no skills, no perks, and no respect. The kingdom handed me some pocket change and politely told me to scram. Fine by me. I was all set on enjoying the easy life in this new world anyways, when out of nowhere a bunch of cultists kidnapped me, claiming I’m their prophesied god or whatever. They gave me a mansion, unlimited snacks, and zero responsibilities, so of course, I played along. But then my so-called useless class kicked in. Turns out Auto Hero means my body hijacks itself whenever there’s danger, turning me into some kind of unstoppable killing machine. Efficient? Sure. Ethical? Not so much. Now everyone thinks I’m this terrifying cult leader who takes down monsters, corrupt kings, and anyone dumb enough to stand in my way. While my classmates enjoy their shiny hero lives, I’m here in the shadows, leading a cult, toppling kingdoms, and pretending I have some grand plan. The truth? I’m just winging it. I mean... what’s the worst that could happen?

In her first life, she was a royal punching bag—a forgotten princess locked in the palace dungeon for crimes she didn’t commit. Cold, quiet, and utterly alone, they finally shipped her off in a fancy dress to marry into a foreign empire. She died on day shortly after her marriage. In her second life, she was reborn in the modern world. No swords, no nobles, no prison chains. Just Wi-Fi, snacks, and peace. She loved it. Naturally, but her life ended on one night, Now, in her third life... she’s back in the empire. Again. But plot twist: she wakes up with the power of the legendary First Emperor in her body, god-tier sword skills, and superhuman strength. She could probably conquer the world before lunch. Too bad she’d rather stay in bed or earn money. With annoying princes showing up at her door, a husband trying to woo her after cheating, shady nobles panicking over her return, and her old enemies wondering why she can now casually split mountains with a butter knife... all she wants is a nap, a snack, and maybe a soft pillow and importantly peaceful life and only one thing can give human peace truly find out what it is in novel. Revenge? Ruling? Saving the empire? Nah. She’s on break. but unknowingly she did save everyone.

Dirt-poor in the real world, Kassidy dies in the dumbest way possible-crushed by a vending machine during a snack run. Instead of peace, she wakes up in a chaotic, game-like fantasy world... as a Mage with zero useful spells but one overpowered perk: infinite gold. No combat skills, no prophecy, no world-saving pressure-just her, a bottomless coin purse, and a personal quest to indulge in every ridiculous luxury this world has to offer. Why be a hero when you can be a very rich nobody? Updates: Weekly

[P-CORE BIOS VER 7.3.1 INITIALIZING... 10%] [30%] [60%] [90%] [100%] [SUBJECT Kael - GENETIC MARKER: PHOENIX PRIME - CONFIRMED] [CRYO-STASIS SEQUENCE: ...100%] [NEURAL PATHWAY: STABLE] [VITAL SIGNS: DETECTED - SUBOPTIMAL] [LOADING PHOENIX CORE AI - DESIGNATION: ASHA] [ASHA ONLINE - AWAITING SUBJECT CONSCIOUSNESS] Asha: "Kael, your current objective is not to get eaten. My calculations give you a 37.4% chance if you actually follow my advice this time." Kael: "Right, Asha. 'I'll make sure not to be a snack by these mutated." He gripped his trusty pipe. "I still haven't met the others who are still sleeping in their pods. How can I think about being eaten?" He glanced towards the cryo-pods, 14 Beautiful girls still on their cold sleep. [Affinity System Sub-Routine... Online. Monitoring Subject Interactions.] Sera (her long silver hair glinting through her waist. Her arms crossed and glaring at Kael who just offered her a slightly squashed ration bar): "I don't need your help or your pitiful food! I can handle myself just perfectly fine..… I know this situation… is temporarily, everything will be fine." Kael: "Umm.. O-O-Okay. Just… eat this first it's the last one we have.. and you looked really hungry, Sera." Asha: "[Affinity with Subject Seraphina: -2. Critical Analysis: Subject exhibits classic tsundere defense mechanisms. Probability of her actually wanting the ration bar: 89.7%.]" Kael (to Asha,): "Umm.. Asha?.. What now?" [Humanity's Last Hope: Subject Kael. Current Status: Confused, but trying his best.] [Objective: Survive. Protect the 14 Girls. Maybe figure out what 'Affinity' means before someone hits *him* with a pipe.]

She was a gamer girl. Then the power went out. While trying to fix her cursed Wi-Fi router during a blackout, she triggered a glitch in reality—and got yanked through a portal into another world. Now she’s trapped in the body of a ridiculously attractive male warlord with legendary abs, a sword she doesn't know how to swing, and a destiny she never signed up for. Worse? Everyone wants him. Men want to follow him. Women want to own him. He just wants to find a reset button... right after a few more “exploration nights.” Armed with sarcasm, gaming instincts, and no idea how to pee standing up, she's about to conquer armies, hearts, and her own gender confusion. Probably in that order. She logged on for better Wi-Fi. Now she’s the most wanted warlord in the realm. Send help. Or snacks.

The clock on my bedroom wall ticked past midnight, its soft clicks drowned out by the growl of my stomach. I, Haruto Tanaka, high school second-year and self-proclaimed master of procrastination, was facing a crisis of epic proportions: I was starving. Not just “I could eat a snack” starving, but “I might sell my soul for instant ramen” starving. “Ugh, why didn’t I grab something after club?” I groaned, flopping onto my bed. The kendo club had run late, and I’d been too lazy to stop by the convenience store. Now, my fridge was a barren wasteland, and my wallet was crying somewhere under a pile of manga. As I stared at the ceiling, a wild idea struck me. “What if… I summon food?” I sat up, grinning like an idiot. Okay, hear me out. Last week, I’d found this weird old book in the school library’s “do not borrow” section. It was called The Grimoire of Minor Conveniences, and it had spells for stuff like “find lost socks” or “make your tea the perfect temperature.” I’d skimmed it during

I Was Born as a Dragon Prince… But Can’t my life be little peaceful? Hatched as the son of the strongest Dragon Empress, life should be all about power, glory, and world domination—should be. But honestly? That sounds exhausting. All this prince wants is a life of cuddles, snacks, and afternoon naps in his mother’s lap. Too bad his doting mother, a yandere maid, and his overprotective older sister have other plans—plans that usually involve him getting smothered, spoiled, or dragged into chaos. And let’s not even mention his aunt, who seems a little too happy to have him around. But can he truly live the slow life when he’s the center of everyone’s obsession? With dragons, elves, and who-knows-what-else vying for his attention, peace might be harder to find than treasure in a dragon’s hoard. ——————————————— [Warning: This novel contains degeneracy, fluff, and enough family bonding to make you question your morals.] A heartwarming, chaotic, and slightly unhinged slice-of-life story where the strongest creatures in the world fight over who gets to spoil the prince the most. Wholesome? Yes. Unhinged? Absolutely. Will he survive their love… or just give in and enjoy it? Hop in. Your degenerate heart will thank you! --------- Harem- A lot Romance- In built Netori- Not at any cost School-life- For sure Revenge- Not a lot Smut- No but, Sex scene- yes ---------- You can join me on Discord: https://discord.gg/NNEpKKAfdh

This is a SMUT novel with an actual plot. Follow the wild journey of a man reincarnated as a powerful werewolf in a fantasy world where MILFs can’t seem to resist him. Packed with humor, action, shapeshifting chaos, and plenty of adult fun, this story blends storytelling with steamy scenes. All 18+ chapters will be clearly marked with (18+) in the chapter title. Read at your own risk—and pleasure. Main Story ------- Gray Soliski wasn’t a hero. He wasn’t a villain. He wasn’t even particularly interesting. He was just your average filthy-rich, video-game-bingeing, midnight-snack-devouring college slacker. Until one night, a delivery girl showed up at his door... with fries, a milkshake, and a Desert Eagle. Bang. Dead. End of story? Not quite. Gray wakes up covered in slime, paw-deep in confusion, and surrounded by furballs. Congratulations! He’s been reborn... as a wolf pup. No system. No magical stats. No helpful tutorial. Just snow, raw meat, and a bunch of siblings who think tails are chew toys. Now he’s stuck in a freezing world with zero thumbs, a questionable “gift” for understanding howls, and an Alpha dad who thinks bonding time means hunting eight-foot rabbits. Can Gray survive the wilderness, avoid becoming monster chow, and maybe, just maybe, figure out why he got shot in the face to begin with? One thing’s for sure—being a wolf is a lot harder (and fluffier) than it looks. Tags: SMUT • Werewolf • Reincarnation • MILFs • Fantasy • 18+ • Comedy • Action

After dying in a gas explosion, Bai Xue was reborn in Bai Ruxue's body. Fortunately, she still had her supermarket pocket dimension. It contained rice, noodle, grains, oil, vegetables, fruits, snacks, clothing, and all sorts of goods she'd need. She exchanged her resources for a house, a car, a new job, and gold! With this supermarket, I can get anything in the world. A man with the surname of Zhang showed up one day. "How can I repay you for saving my life?"In the end, the handsome man decided to offer his body to repay her for saving his life!

After Yu Xiaolian unexpectedly transmigrated, she found herself with the awareness of what was to come and a pocket supermarket that would replenish every item consumed after midnight. No idea how to start a fire? No problem—she had lighters. Crude village food hurt her throat? No problem—she had wheat, rice, fresh vegetables, and frozen food. With endless resources, she started a mystery shop in ancient times. A certain man: I want a hundred bottles of wine, beer, and fruit juice! Sorry, but that is beyond the daily limit. So what if she was the cannon fodder? With the pocket supermarket, even the lead characters only get their favorite snack if she feels like giving it to them. Life was good with endless resources and knowledge of the system bugs plaguing the lead characters!

In a creaky old apartment tucked between two gentrified cafés in a city that pretends monsters don't exist, five supernatural beings share rent, ramen, and regret. * Vlad, the vampire, is a centuries-old former aristocrat trying to adapt to modern life, he still writes with a quill and thinks TikTok is a magic spell. * Roxy, the werewolf, is an anxiety-riddled barista who’s terrified of full moons and group projects. * Casper, the ghost, is a cheerful, overly positive soul who died in the '80s and never quite figured out how to leave, or stop decorating with neon posters. * Luce, the demon, left Hell’s corporate ladder to “find themselves” and now freelances as a life coach with a temper problem. * Tansy, the witch, is the oldest of them all and runs a crystal shop on Etsy. She’s calm… unless someone touches her cauldron. Every Sunday night, they gather in the living room with snacks, bad coffee, and one goal: don't kill each other or the neighbors. They call it “Roommate Support Group.” It’s cheaper than therapy, and sometimes messier. Together, they deal with rent hikes, haunted plumbing, exes showing up in summoning circles, and the existential crisis of being immortal in a world that keeps moving forward. But in between the chaos, they learn something scarier than any curse: healing.

I died like an idiot—stretching after esports tryouts when a truck flew through my fifth-story apartment window. One bright flash, one honk later, and boom—reincarnated. But not as a hero. Not as a dragon. Not even a goblin. Nope. I'm a vine. A literal, root-squirming, mana-sucking vine. Trapped inside a dead-end dungeon no one visits—except maybe broke adventurers doing license exams—I woke up with one thing: a System. One that lets me devour anything to gain skills, stats... even memories. Bug? Mine. Mole-thing? Also mine. Dungeon boss one day? Just a snack waiting to happen. I don’t know where I am, who created this dungeon, or why I can hear the whispers of the earth itself... but I do know this: I’m not going to rot in the dark like some decorative weed. I’m going to evolve. I’m going to grow. And one day—root by root—I’ll strangle the gods themselves.

After being reborn at the age of 18, Jiang Xianyu discovers the world they live is a novel and she and her family are cannon fodders for male and female protagonist. Jiang Xianyu is the real daughter of the Jiang family of Wei City, but the Jiang family pampers the fake daughter ignoring the real one. Jiang Xianyu smirks thinking of their previous lives. [ Go on... eat that... soon you will get breast cancer and die while your best friend happily lives with your fiancé] the fake daughter: looks at the snacks given by her best friend and throws away. [Oh! go go... and save her... she is just waiting for you to reach there and then she will take away your kidney to save the male protagonist] the second brother looks down on the phone and silently calls the police instead of going to save. Slowly, the Jiang family changes one by one... Jiang Xianyu while going to college: Why are you following me? I don't want to marry you at all. Him: Then I will marry you.

After clocking out for the final time—literally—Kenzo Mori, a burned-out corporate slave from Tokyo, wakes up in a world where magic rules, swords sing, and dragons fly… and he's already over it. Blessed (or cursed) with a God-Tier System that levels up the more he does nothing, Kenzo finds himself rising through the ranks of power by napping under trees, sipping tea on scenic cliffs, and dodging every heroic responsibility thrown his way. But in a world torn between Eastern cultivation sects and Western magic kingdoms, his very existence threatens the balance. As both sides clash, hunt him down, or try to worship him, Kenzo just wants a hammock, some snacks, and a lifetime of peace. Unfortunately for him, his laziness is evolving into divine chaos.

In the heart of the Azure Continent lies a legendary establishment known as Origin Mall. This extraordinary store offers goods beyond imagination: a sip of its cola can instantly replenish one's vitality; its spicy snacks grant the strength to overcome powerful foes; the games it offers can accelerate cultivation progress; and its novels impart profound techniques and insights. Origin Mall boasts a vast array of offerings, catering to leisure, entertainment, dining, and training needs alike. However, there’s one rule that all visitors must remember: never cause trouble in the store. The owner, though unassuming, is unimaginably powerful.

by: 织墨 Everyone knew that Ye Tingtong was the little tail of the Shen family’s young master, Shen Minghuai. However, apart from his stunning looks, he had nothing else to offer. Shen Minghuai was utterly annoyed by this. No matter how much he rejected Ye Tingtong, the latter always wore a warm smile, clearly head over heels in love with him. During a gathering at the Shen family villa, Shen Minghuai was playing a game of passing a tissue with his mouth with a girl next to him. Ye Tingtong, who was “deeply in love” with Shen Minghuai, sat nearby, head lowered, dejectedly reaching for snacks in front of him. He didn’t care whether Shen Minghuai liked him or not. As long as this relationship kept him from being used as a marriage tool by the Ye family to marry some old man, that was enough. Just as the atmosphere reached its peak, a cold, detached voice suddenly came from the staircase on the second floor. “You’re being very noisy.” Shen Minghuai was so startled that the tissue in his mouth fell out. “Uncle?!” Shen Minghuai’s uncle, the current head of the Shen family— Shen Jin. Dressed in a tailored suit, tall and imposing, he stood at the top of the stairs, his commanding presence making everyone below avoid his gaze. Ye Tingtong put down his snack: Who is this? So intimidating. Before he could even look up, he felt a scrutinizing gaze fall on him. Ye Tingtong’s hair stood on end. This was someone he couldn’t afford to mess with. Later, when Ye Tingtong saw Shen Jin again at the Shen residence, he was carrying a glass of honey water for the hungover Shen Minghuai. The two unexpectedly met in the hallway. Shen Jin: “There’s someone in his room.” Ye Tingtong quickly understood and was about to leave when Shen Jin glanced at the honey water in his hand. Tentatively, Ye Tingtong offered it, “Uncle, would you like some?” Shen Jin took the glass and left with a remark, “Call me Shen Jin.” Later, when Shen Minghuai couldn’t find Ye Tingtong anywhere, he knocked on the study door, “Uncle, is Tingtong here?” Ye Tingtong was pressed against the door, his hazy consciousness briefly clearing, “Shen Jin…” Before he could finish, his lips were gently kissed. Then, he heard Shen Jin’s deep, husky voice. “He’s not here.”

It was supposed to be the biggest day of our lives—a school performance we trained for, cried over, bled for. Then the screaming started. A deadly outbreak hits the city just as Sarah and her best friend Insha take the stage. Within hours, their world is crumbling—schools shut down, metro lines jammed, and people are… changing. Now, with nothing but their stage costumes, school bags, and a bag of snacks, a group of teens must escape a collapsing city, survive the infected, and figure out who they can trust—before the final curtain falls. This isn’t just about survival. It’s about friendship, betrayal, and finding your voice when the world wants you silent. Welcome to the final act.

Jeffery Hoffman was certain I was his destined mate. He spent ten years trying to win me over, and last month, when my wolf finally awakened, fate confirmed it—he had become my mate. But on the eve of our wedding, I overheard him speaking with a friend. "You're really going to marry Bella Ford? What about that sexy she-wolf you've been seeing on the side?" There was a long pause before Jeffery replied, "She was just a snack while I was waiting for Bella to be confirmed as my mate. How could she compare? Bella is the real deal." "If she doesn't stir up trouble, I might even keep her around," he added with a smirk. "Bella’s very tolerant—she wouldn’t mind." The next day, that snack, Fiona, showed up and caused a massive scene at our wedding. In front of everyone, she shoved me off the stage. I stumbled and hit the floor hard, pain radiating through me—but Jeffery didn’t come to me. He ran past me. Straight to her. Fiona was holding a shard of broken glass to her throat, tears streaming down her face as she cried out, “Do you choose me or Bella Ford?” Jeffery turned to me in a frenzy. “Get lost!” he barked, shoving me aside. “I need to take her to the hospital. If anything happens to her, you’ll pay with your life!” In that moment, something inside me shattered. My wolf cried, and my heart died.

[Mature warning : Contains Lemons, and smut] When Takuya Kazama, a 22-year-old hentai enthusiast, chokes on his dreams (and a questionable snack) during a late-night binge, he expects eternal darkness. Instead, he’s yanked before Lyseria, the Goddess of Lust, who’s bored of prudish worlds. Her deal? Reincarnate in a fantasy realm packed with voluptuous MILFs, noble widows, and repressed priestesses—but there’s a catch. Bound by the Lustbound Code, Takuya must seduce his way through kingdoms or face divine punishment worse than blue balls. Eternal agony. Armed with a naughty system that rewards every moan and taboo act, he dives into Matronia, where the icy Lady Seraphina and her feisty daughter await. Threesomes, bondage, and mother-daughter conquests? Just another day in his quest to bang a goddess—and every curvy matriarch in her world. Will he rise to godhood or crash into an eternal agony? __________ Additional tags : Anal, bondage, threesomes, oyakodon (mother daughter), maids, etc etc. no ntr, but may have netori