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Imagine a future sculpted by centuries, a place where everything whispers of order, a civilization shimmering with unbelievable technology. In this realm, time seems to forget its cruel work – people don't age. Yet, the mystery of passing still lingers. Their days are just a shadow of their nights, for their dreams are where tasks bloom, and these very tasks are the currency of their lives. But the flawless surface of this world cracks when Meldenma unearths its deep-buried secrets, or perhaps more intriguingly, when she begins to unravel the puzzle of herself. What clandestine truths lie hidden beneath the gleaming perfection? And what happens when one soul starts to awaken to the reality behind their dreamlike existence?

Synopsis: (inspired by Lord of the Mysteries). In the last breath of his previous life, Elias Thorne, a renowned historian and cryptographer, found himself facing the inexplicable: not the darkness of nothingness, but the gleam of a golden spiral — a galaxy collapsing within his own soul. Reincarnated in a world where the real bends to the symbolic, the protagonist awakens in the skin of a disinherited young commoner: Kaelen Vance, in a metropolis called Vaeldar, capital of the Syranthin empire, ruled by a Veiled Council that never shows its faces. There, reality is shaped by Paths of Awakening, mystical routes followed by those who dare to ingest the Primordial Symbols — fragments of absolute truths that break the mind and sculpt destiny. There are 25 Paths, each a mirror of universal archetypes, each demanding the price of sanity in exchange for power. As young Kaelen Vance adapts to the upside-down logic of a world where words carry arcane weight and names can kill, he discovers that someone—or something—brought him here for a purpose. An Invisible Theater stages his life.

Kael was never meant to be a hero. Bullied, broken, and betrayed by the world, the 95 kg high school shut-in had nothing—no friends, no purpose, just scars hidden beneath his hoodie. But when the world begins to collapse into chaos, and God Himself unleashes judgment upon a sinful humanity through monstrous ancient beasts and divine reckoning, Kael is chosen. Why? Because even when the world was cruel, Kael remained righteous. Gifted with Divine Echo, an S-rank ability that removes all limitations from any power he uses, Kael begins a transformation—both physical and spiritual. From obsessive training and relentless self-discipline, he sculpts his body into a weapon. From heartbreak and trauma, he forges a mind sharper than any blade. And from isolation, he builds resolve—unshakable and merciless. But this is no fairytale redemption. Kael isn’t here to save the world. He’s here to survive it. With humanity collapsing, safe zones crumbling, and ancient predators ruling the Earth, Kael must lead, fight, and manipulate his way through a new reality—one where power is truth and morality is a luxury. He’s no longer the boy others could ignore. He’s the ghost in the fog. The saint with bloodstained hands. The one whose echo will never fade.

Synopsis: The Genesis of Qi: A Cultivator's Ascent In the untamed, primordial realm known as the Primordial Expanse, existence itself is a malleable canvas, waiting to be shaped. This is no ordinary cultivation world; here, every breath, every absorbed wisp of Qi, doesn't just empower the individual – it literally sculpts the land, births rivers, and coaxes mountains from the void. Enter Zhao Feng, a young, unassuming cultivator who unknowingly holds the key to this unfolding reality. In a grand "world-building game," he begins his journey from the humblest of caves, striving to refine the chaotic ambient Qi that scratches at his meridians. But his path is far from solitary or simple. As his cultivation deepens, his every achievement reverberates through the very fabric of the world, drawing challenges both earthly and ethereal. Will Zhao Feng merely master the art of cultivation, or will he become the architect of a new cosmos? Dive into 'The Genesis of Qi' and witness an epic where personal power intertwines with cosmic creation, and one young man's ascent could determine the very fate of an unformed world. Prepare to be swept into a Wuxia adventure where existence itself is the ultimate challenge!

Who remembers the ruin of a god? Who dares to chase what was never meant to be touched, let alone claimed? Noor—an enigma draped in silk, a storm without thunder, a shadow that bends the world yet leaves no trace. Men speak of her in hushed corridors where power is traded like currency. No one knows her name. No one owns her story. No hand dares linger. She walks unclaimed. Unseen. Forgotten by design. “If you knew what I’ve done,” she whispers, her breath colder than moonlight, “You’d be praying I never look your way again.” But some things refuse to be buried. Some ghosts don’t stay dead. Some touches… don’t fade. Sanlang, sculpted in golden light, worshipped by millions, untouchable—except by the shadows clawing at the edges of his memory. And in those shadows, her eyes. “I’ve seen you before,” he says, voice trembling like a man on the edge of fire. “ Tell me your name.” She smiles. It begins with whispers in the dark. A body that remembers hers before the mind does. Desire wrapped in danger. Memory soaked in sin. “What are you?” he demands. “Everything you were never meant to survive.” He thinks he’s chasing her. He thinks he’s in control. He is wrong. “Touch me again,” she says, voice velvet and venom, “and I’ll show you the truth. .” He who was never meant to remember. But now that he does… the only question that remains is: “Will you let me live?” “Live?” she echoes. “What makes you think you get to choose again?”

Synopsis I died. Again. Not in some dramatic battle or noble sacrifice—but by slipping in the bathroom of a dingy apartment back on Earth. Tragic, I know. But hey, at least the universe gave me a second chance. Now I’ve reincarnated into the body of a spoiled young master from one of the richest clans in the cultivation world. He was arrogant, lazy, and hated by everyone—including his own servants. Luckily, he died. Even luckier, I took over. With his absurd wealth, a powerful cultivation base (that he barely used), and a body sculpted like a playboy’s dream, I’ve got everything I need. Oh—and did I mention he was a dual cultivator with a “Heaven-Grade Yin Physique” that makes women... curious? But I’m not here to play the fool. I’m rewriting the script—starting with payback on everyone who ever looked down on me. And maybe “cultivating” a few beautiful companions along the way. Power, women, enemies, and a mouth that always gets me in trouble… This is going to be fun.

The saga begins in a world fractured, where old gods lie fallen and the very fabric of reality teeters on the brink. Amidst this cosmic upheaval, where new true gods now carry the burden of a world threatened by the abyss, an unnamed protagonist emerges from the most humble of beginnings. Through relentless trials and the forging of will in deception, he begins to sculpt a legend in the crucible of reality. His journey, not merely about gaining strength; But about steadily lifting all that exists from the precipice of nothingness. This is the concise chronicle of one individual's odyssey through another realm, embracing adventure after adventure, ultimately destined to save the world. P.S. English is not my first Language. A Thousand Apologies Dear Readers if Any Mistakes are Found. TAGS: [Another World] [Fighting] [Becoming Stronger Step by Step] # TO ALL THE SWORD AND MAGIC LOVERS OUT THERE #Unhinged protagonist # REVERSE SIMULATION. *** Bonus Chapters Unlock System! Reviews: let's get to 30 reviews soon: unlocks 3 bonus chapters! *** 200 Power Stones = 1 Extra Chapter 200 Collections = 1 Extra Chapter *** Gifts: Massage Chair unlocks 1 bonus chapter. Luxury Car: Unlocks 2 bonus chapters. Dragon: Unlocks 3 bonus chapter. Magic Castle: Unlocks 5 bonus chapters within a day! Space Craft: Unlocks 10 bonus chapters within a day! Golden Gachapon: Unlocks 15 bonus chapters within a day! ***

Title:섭우춘빙 (Seop Woo Chun Bing) Author: 밤꾀꼬리 Description: *Clang!* The mask split in half, revealing a face so extraordinary it seemed almost otherworldly. Skin as pale as if it would smudge with the slightest touch, a sharp and elegant nose, perfectly shaped lips. Every feature was as refined as if sculpted by a master artisan, untouched by the passage of time. Once jet-black like the night, the hair had turned as white as the snow-capped mountains of the northern lands. It was still beautiful, but a fragile, ethereal quality had been added, as if the figure might scatter and dissolve into the air at any moment. As the mask fell away, revealing eyes beneath fluttering, slow-blinking lashes, they shone like polished black onyx—noble and luminous. It was a visage so close to a work of art that it seemed a pity only Ye Kang-oh and the sun bore witness to it. However, in the presence of this breathtakingly handsome man, Ye Kang-oh’s expression began to crumble. There was no way he couldn’t recognize that face. Not because it was a beauty that could rival even Song-ok or Ban-ak, but because it belonged to someone who had once been Kang-oh’s protector. "Is it you?" Ye Kang-oh, the youngest disciple of the Black Sky Lord, stood before the man he had once revered and adored. Dan Woo-hyo, the Lord of White Virtue Palace, whom the martial world believed to be missing, was there. "Has it really been you all along?" ------------ I am NOT the author. I'm just translating this novel.

In a world where words themselves sculpt reality, every human is born bound to an invisible brush engraved in their soul. By tracing runes in the air, these Scriptors shape fire, ice, light... and sometimes even death. But at the heart of this magic lies an absolute law: "No one can join two words into one." Yet some continue to dream... that a single word could one day rewrite everything.

In a world where reality bends to the unseen, Ian arrives. Here, energy is not just force but language that whispers through space and time, waiting to be sculpted. Driven by his curiosity, he deciphers patterns unseen by others, shaping existence with insight alone. And as he edges closer to mastery, he discovers that the most profound secrets are not in the world he reshapes, but in the forces stirring within himself.

He was the man who had it all — not just born with a silver spoon, but a diamond spoon. A walking empire. A storm dressed in silk. Billionaire by brilliance, desired by millions, envied by all. With a mind like a machine, a body sculpted like a god, and a soul untouched by emotions, he ruled the world without a flicker of remorse. Women flocked to him. Men feared him. The word “love” was just a distraction — until fate turned its back. Betrayed by shadows in his empire, his car crashes under mysterious circumstances. The world mourns a king. But the gods don’t let go so easily. Blessed by the karmic legacy of his great-grandparents — saints who once helped the poor and earned divine blessings — he is given a second chance. A cruel one. Now, he awakens in the fragile body of a poor boy. No wealth. No identity. No control. But the mind of a billionaire remains. And so does the attitude. As he struggles through a harsh world of poverty and injustice, he'll need to learn what he always lacked — empathy, love, friendship, and vulnerability. The journey will be brutal. The climb, steeper than before. But he is not alone. His secretary from the past life, a quiet, calculating man with fierce loyalty and secrets of his own, is also reborn and finds him again — not as a servant this time, but as an equal, and perhaps... a rival. And then there's her — a woman from his past, from the golden halls of his empire. Someone he barely noticed — maybe a staff member, a caterer, or even just a girl waiting in line at his charity gala. She had seen him, admired him, maybe even loved him from afar. In this life, she's not afraid to challenge him, mock him, and strip away his arrogance, bit by bit. She remembers him. He doesn’t remember her. But fate has a plan. Now, in this second life — where power can't be bought, and respect must be earned — he must rebuild everything from scratch, learning not just how to be a king again… but how to be human.

MYTHS, LEGENDS, CHRONICLES AND TALES OF WAR: They whisper from the scorched earth and the drowned depths, etched on crumbling steel and sung in the funeral of forgotten peoples. Some true, some false, spun from fear and the fading memory of glory. But one truth bleeds through them all, a crimson thread in the tapestry of ruin: BLOODSHED, PAIN, SUFFERING. The rot began not in mortal hearts, but in the heavens themselves. GREED, a serpent coiling around divine thrones. JEALOUSY, a poison in ambrosial cups. SPITE, a dagger plunged by brother into brother. UNCHECKED EGOS that scraped the vault of stars. UNTAMED RAGE that cracked the foundations of the world. I saw it unfold, this symphony of annihilation. While the OLYMPIANS, thunderbolts like wrathful serpents, clashed against the NORSE GODS whose axes sang the doom-song of Yggdrasil, the very Tree groaning under their fury... Below, the ATLANTEANS, masters of crystal and crushing tide, and the celestial SHENS, weavers of elemental harmony, tore at each other’s throats in a BLOODLUST for dominion over realms mortals could scarce comprehend. And then, the venomous strike: the ORISHAS, their brilliance dimmed by envy for the opulent DEVAS and graceful DEVIS, whispering secrets to the shadows. They forged an unholy compact with the cunning, myriad-faced YOKAIS, turning their combined might not outward, but inward, to rend the very empire they coveted. A betrayal that drowned golden spires in the divine river of ichor. All the carnage. All the destruction. Wrought before my very eyes. The horror was not merely in the scale, but in the instrument. The HEKA. My creations. Forged not in malice, but for advancement; tools to sculpt mountains, to calm storms, to heal wounds that rent the sky. Tempered for justice; blades meant to sever chains of oppression, shields to guard the innocent and lowly. Conceived in peace, instruments to bridge gaps between realms, to weave understanding where only suspicion grew. Yet, grasped by hands steeped in greed, they became engines of torment. The HEKA that could mend bones sundered souls.Weapons that could summon light ignited funeral pyres for continents. That could command the seas drowned civilizations. Each glorious purpose twisted, inverted, used to INFLICT PAIN and CAUSE GRIEF on a scale that scarred the cosmos. I, HOGREGORON, the Maker, watched. Helpless, filled with regrets. My forge-fire cooled to chambers of shame. When the dust settled, eons later, it was not dust, but the ASHES OF GODS. The thunder fell silent. The axes lay shattered. The crystal cities were glass tombs on ocean floors. The celestial harmonies were discordant echoes. The vibrant courts of Devas and Orishas were silent sepulchers. No triumphant paeans echoed. No victors raised banners on the scorched and sundered earth. Only silence, thick and suffocating, broken by the mournful wind whistling through the skeletal remains of Yggdrasil, through the broken columns of Olympus, through the drowned halls of Atlantis. NO WINNERS. NONE VICTORIOUS. I stood alone. HOGREGORON. The Last. The Remnant. Upon a plain that stretched into desolation, where once vibrant realms had pulsed with divine energy, now only CHAOS reigned; a landscape twisted by final, cataclysmic magics, raw and weeping. No survivors.

Carson never asked to survive. He was sculpted in silence, sharpened in fire — the byproduct of a forgotten war and a father who sang lullabies in the language of betrayal. At fourteen, he was already a weapon. At seventeen, he’s a ghost in plain sight, haunting the hallways of a prestigious school by day, while dismantling criminal empires by night. But even ghosts bleed. When a chance reunion with Elise — the girl he once protected, then abandoned — throws him back into the chaos of memory, Carson’s world fractures. Elise is no longer the shy girl from the compound. She’s powerful. Untouchable. And unknowingly standing in the line of fire. Together with a group of outcasts held together by trauma, genius, and vengeance, Carson uncovers a sprawling conspiracy buried beneath glamour and blood: a secret organization that traffics in pain, memory, and forgotten children. The deeper he digs, the more he unravels — about them, about himself, about the horrors he buried in Morocco, in Berlin, in the sound of a lullaby that now drives him to the brink of madness. As old enemies rise and alliances fracture, Carson is forced to confront the brutal question he’s been avoiding all his life: Can someone so broken still choose love over violence? Or is he already too far gone?

Akashi was a boy so beautiful it seemed the gods had sculpted him with a touch of mischief and a dash of fragility. He wasn’t handsome in the rugged, masculine way of knights or warriors. No—his beauty was softer, captivating in its innocence. His frame was small, almost delicate, and his pale skin looked as if it had never known hardship, kissed only by the gentle sunlight of his village fields. With wide, striking black eyes that shimmered like obsidian under moonlight, and hair the color of a calm, endless ocean, Akashi possessed a charm that defied age, status, or reason. He didn’t know it, but his very existence pulled at the hearts of those who saw him—like an untouched gem waiting to be claimed. And yet, he had been untouched for a reason. Akashi had never known life beyond the boundaries of his village. He grew up surrounded by warm smiles and familiar voices. Every elder knew his name. Every child wanted to play by his side. His days were simple, his heart untouched by cruelty. But peace is a fragile thing. One night, it shattered. The sky turned crimson. Screams tore through the quiet air. Fires devoured homes. Demons—twisted beasts of shadow and rage—descended without warning. They killed with a hunger that could not be reasoned with. By morning, the village was gone. Ashes, corpses, and silence were all that remained. And Akashi… Akashi was alone. The last heartbeat in a graveyard of memories. He wandered for days, hollow and dazed, until rough hands seized him. Chains replaced freedom. Smiles were replaced by cold appraisals. And so, the boy once adored by all became something else—something to be sold. A slave. At the capital's grand auction house, he was stripped, washed, and displayed like merchandise. His beauty caused a stir. Whispers spread like wildfire. "Look at those eyes..." "That hair... Is it dyed? No, it’s real..." "So delicate... Is he even human?" To them, he was no longer a boy with a heart, but a prize to possess. A fantasy in fragile form. He stood on the stage, trembling slightly, barely able to process what was happening. The voices of the crowd blurred together—hungry, leering, filled with desire and greed. The auctioneer’s booming voice called out the bids as if Akashi were nothing more than a fine vase or a rare jewel. The numbers climbed quickly. Too quickly. Akashi’s knees weakened beneath the weight of invisible eyes drinking him in. He stared at the marble floor, trying not to cry. Then, suddenly, the room fell silent. A voice—deep, commanding, and heartbreakingly beautiful—cut through the air like silk over steel. “Fifteen thousand gold.” Time seemed to pause. Every head turned. At the back of the room, standing beneath the golden chandelier, was a woman unlike any other. She wore a flowing red gown that hugged her form like it was crafted by the gods themselves. Her long, golden hair shimmered like strands of sunlight, cascading over her shoulders with effortless grace. Her eyes, cold and blue as a glacier’s heart, stared ahead with quiet power. Even the nobles drew back. This was no ordinary bidder. It was one of the Princesses of the Three Great Kingdoms. Whispers erupted anew—but no one dared challenge her offer. Who would? She stood like royalty incarnate, a goddess who walked among mortals, and she had just claimed Akashi as her own. The boy raised his head slowly, unsure of whether to feel fear or relief. His eyes met hers—just for a second—and something in his chest shifted. She didn’t smile. She didn’t leer. Her gaze was unreadable. But it was powerful. Absolute. And it made his knees weak for an entirely new reason. He didn’t know her name. Not yet. But she had bought him. And somewhere deep inside, something told him—his life was never going to be the same.

The stars crafted his beauty. The world forged his ruthlessness. But his destiny belongs to no one, not even the heavens. In the celestial empire of Astralis, power is etched in bloodlines and carved through conquest. Here, amid warring clans and dying stars, Kael Vorian enters the world as both miracle and mistake, an intersex heir with a face like sculpted moonlight and a soul too vast for the realm to contain. His beauty is a weapon. His power, a curse. His past, a locked door even the ancestors fear to open. When the dormant Eldar Realm stirs, a dimension older than gods, hungry for what it once lost. Kael finds himself hunted by shadows and his own gnawing doubt: What if the sealed soul within him isn’t enough? To survive, he must turn enemies into pawns, unite heirs raised on betrayal, and face Valen Vaelstrom, the storm-wreathed rival whose very presence ignites both fury and an unsettling, forbidden heat. As ancient forces awaken and the other Supreme Planes sharpen their blades, Kael races against a fate already written in the stars. The question is no longer whether he’ll rise. It’s what he’ll become when he does.

"In a world where love defies death and soap defies rain, follow two sisters through supernatural trials in a gripping tale of sacrifice, resilience, and unwavering sisterhood."

Sophia Blackwood, an orphan, met with a life-threatening accident while attempting to rescue a kitten. The incident left her in a coma, and doctors predicted that not only was her survival unlikely, but even if she were to wake up, her lifespan would be significantly shortened. However, Sophia was not ready to give up. She still had countless dreams left unfulfilled. At that moment, a mechanical voice echoed in her ears: [Ding! Congratulations! You have activated the Counterattack System! To extend your lifespan and gain wealth, you must complete just nine missions!] Without a second thought, Sophia accepted the challenge. World 1: Sophia’s first mission is to uncover the truth behind her sudden marriage to a stranger and make him fall in love with her. Upon seeing the man—with his sculpted eight-pack abs, broad shoulders, and lean waist—Sophia couldn’t help but squeal in delight. "Now, this is an interesting mission," she said, rubbing her hands with anticipation. World 2: Panting heavily, Sophia leaned against a tree, clearly frustrated. "Seriously? I’m a rejected Luna in the middle of her heat? Could the original host’s life be any more tragic?" she cried out. Gritting her teeth, she growled, "Once I find that scumbag who rejected me, I’ll rip him to pieces." World 3: Sophia stared coldly at her supposed husband, whose hand was intertwined with that of a seductive blonde. "System," she asked sharply, "am I allowed to punch this scheming b*tch right now?" [Sophia, please stay calm! Violence isn’t ideal, but if the opportunity arises, throw in a punch from me, too.] Follow the journey of Sophia as she destroy the scums, bring justice and charm men. Worlds: World 1: Marriage with a Stranger (Mystery and Mafia Romance) World 2: Rejected Luna, rising from dust. (Revenge and Romance) World 3: Western Fantasy Romance. (Face-slapping and Romance) World 4: Married to enemy. (Mystery and Romance) World 5: Extinct Woman in Werewolf World. (Reverse Harem) World 6: Superpower World. (Academic romance.)

Born beneath a blood moon to two enemies of destiny—one the ruthless master of the Five Evil Beast Sect, the other the mystic matriarch of the Moonlight Sect—Mo Gufeng is a child raised without innocence. Trained from the age of two in the brutal ways of martial arts, his body is forged through poison, pain, and predation. But hidden beneath his sharpened fists and iron bones lies something more dangerous: a mind sculpted for control. Mo Gufeng does not seek power for power’s sake. He seeks to become the one pulling fate’s strings. Not a hero. Not a villain. A puppeteer.

I died. Not in some glorious battle or noble sacrifice — I was hit by a van. Yes, a van. Probably delivering tofu. When I opened my eyes, I was kneeling in a celestial void, dressed in a golden wedding gown, staring up at a man who looked like he had been sculpted from stars and shadows. “By divine pact and fallen starlight, you are now my wife,” he said. Excuse me, what? He claims I begged him for this. That I traded my life, my soul, and my future... in exchange for justice. I don’t remember any of it. I don’t remember him. But Lucien — the God of the Underworld — remembers everything. He says he loves me. He says I chose him. He says there's no way out. And the worst part? There are markings on my body I’ve never seen before, visions I can’t explain, and a gnawing feeling that… This isn’t the first time I’ve died.

"Time... the one force even we couldn't comprehend. We danced upon the stars, sculpted worlds, and etched eternity into stone. We believed ourselves beyond death—convinced we had transcended Time itself. But Time... it watched. It waited. And now, it strikes to prove us fools. What irony... To build empires that span millennia, only to be undone by a flicker. A single soul, born beneath the veil of dust and dream—but chosen by fate. Why? Why would that power choose him? What purpose lies in such defiance? Why would the power only slumber within a child cradled by mortals? Even we, for all our knowing, are left to wonder... and in fear." “Huh? What are you mumbling about, old man?” “You'll see... very soon, when Time’s judgment befalls us.”

In this intimate blend of haikus, short poems, and razor-sharp reflections, Dem Blake dismantles silence and sculpts emotion with surgical precision. From heartbreak to power, seduction to betrayal, each piece is a glimpse into a mind that feels too deeply and trusts too rarely. This isn’t a book of love poems. It’s a book of control, release, and the soft war between wanting to be known—and refusing to be owned. These are the things he never said out loud. Until now.

From the outside, Ainsley Briar is every parent's dream: talented, obedient, graceful. But inside, she is suffocating beneath the impossible standards set by her perfection-obsessed parents, Elizabeth and Sebastian, who see her not as a daughter, but as a project to sculpt. Her days are orchestrated down to the minute. Her thoughts are monitored. Her dreams are dismissed. Behind closed doors, Ainsley begins to fracture. Her identity, her very sense of self, is buried under years of praise that felt more like pressure and silence that screamed. When a rare connection with a classmate awakens something long-buried in her, Ainsley starts to imagine a life beyond control. One where she’s allowed to exist as she is.

In a world where choices shape destinies, a man embarks on a relentless quest for self-mastery. Driven by an insatiable thirst for knowledge, performance, and freedom, he navigates the intricate balance between discipline and desire. His journey spans intellectual pursuits, physical excellence, and the search for deeper meaning—constantly oscillating between solitude and the longing for connection. As he sharpens his mind through philosophy, languages, and scientific inquiry, his body follows suit, sculpted by the rigorous demands of athleticism. Yet, beneath his structured routine lies a battle against fleeting impulses and the ever-present question: What is truly worth pursuing? Through reflections on success, failure, and personal transformation, Fragments of Discipline explores the paradox of ambition—the fine line between control and surrender, purpose and detachment. In the end, the protagonist must confront his greatest challenge: himself.

Title: Queen of Sin: Lustbound and Unbroken Synopsis: She was perfection in heels and a white coat — Dr. Lin Yue, a 24-year-old prodigy, Asia’s youngest cardiac surgeon, and a woman who turned heads without trying. With a face that made hearts race and a body sculpted to tempt even gods, Lin Yue was adored, envied, and worshipped. But beauty comes at a cost. Betrayed by the very people she trusted — her best friend and her lover — she is brutally murdered, stabbed by jealousy and left to die in an alley soaked in blood and betrayal. But death was not the end. Lin Yue wakes in a cruel ancient world as Yue Zhenzhen, the disgraced daughter of a fallen minister. Once betrothed to the Crown Prince, she now wears the label of shame — tossed aside, humiliated, and hunted. In this new life, her stepmother and scheming stepsister ruin her reputation, seduce the royal court, and plot her destruction. Yet fate gives her a weapon: the Lustbound System — a mystical force that rewards her with beauty, power, and influence every time she indulges in forbidden pleasure. With every seductive victory, she grows more powerful, more irresistible, and more dangerous. Enrolling in Huaqing Academy, where royals are trained in war and seduction, she uses every curve and kiss as a blade — and every moan as a victory. Her mission? Revenge on those who destroyed her. Dominate the court that shamed her. And rise as the woman no man can control — the Queen of Sin. Surrounded by a forbidden harem of princes, warriors, and assassins — each obsessed, each dangerous — Yue Zhenzhen must balance lust, politics, and vengeance. Because in this empire, sex is war, and she’s here to conquer.

In the transcendent realm of Elarion, where the very fabric of existence is woven with light, creation unfolds as a divine ballet of cosmic wonder. At the dawn of time, the Supreme Light ignites the Divine Flame—a brilliant torrent of celestial energy that sculpts vast cities of silver and gold, luminous rivers that sing, and soaring spires that pierce endless skies. In this majestic tapestry, balance, beauty, and boundless hope are born. The Rise of the Divine Triumvirate From the radiant embers emerges Seraphael, the first angel, his presence a beacon of unwavering duty and solemn honor. Clad in armor that reflects the ancient wisdom of the cosmos, he listens intently as the Supreme Light bestows upon him the sacred charge of protecting Elarion. His stoic countenance and quiet resolve set the cornerstone of divine order—a mantle of justice that will guide the realm through trials yet unseen. In the playful dance of creation, Azriel makes his entrance. His eyes sparkle with mirth and insight, and his ease with humor contrasts with the weighty destiny shared by his peers. Azriel’s laughter rings through the celestial corridors—a gentle reminder that even in the most serious moments, a spark of levity can illuminate hidden truths. His subtle, wry observations hint at an innate understanding of fate’s capricious nature. Then there is Liora, whose spirit burns with the intensity of compassion. She is not merely a warrior but the beating heart of Elarion, destined to champion the cause of love and sacrifice. Adorned in ever-shifting hues of crimson and gold, Liora feels every triumph and every sorrow of the realm as if they were her own. Her passionate nature assures that the angels’ strength will always be tempered with empathy, binding them together in the face of encroaching darkness. The Seed of Rebellion Yet, amid this harmonious awakening, whispers of discontent echo at the fringes of light. Malakar, once a devoted angel, begins to question the unyielding decrees of the Supreme Light. His initial doubts snowball into a fierce defiance that resonates with others who crave the freedom to choose their own destinies. When Malakar and his followers elect to forsake Elarion’s warm embrace, they are cast into an abyss where divine radiance falters. There, twisted by betrayal and sorrow, they are reborn as demons—a stark counterpoint to the celestial purity they once embodied. The Looming War As the first omens of darkness stir, the celestial host is forced to confront not only an external threat but the inner turbulence of doubt and loss. Guided by a prophecy etched into the very essence of existence, Seraphael, Azriel, and Liora rally the forces of light. Their campaign transcends a mere clash of might—it becomes an epic odyssey to reclaim the sanctity of creation and to reconcile the shattered echoes of what they once knew. Battles rage across the luminous plains of Elarion and beyond, where the armies of angels must grapple with their own frailties and the haunting allure of the fallen. As each confrontation unfolds, the heroes discover that the true conflict lies not just in defeating the demons, but in harmonizing the myriad facets of their being—honor, humor, and heart. The Final Confrontation In the ultimate crescendo, the celestial and the abyssal collide in a battle that sears the heavens and stirs the soul. Against the backdrop of a cosmos in turmoil, the combined spirit of the angels—fortified by their diverse strengths and deep, emotional bonds—rises to reclaim their destiny. Victory is not handed down by fate, but forged through sacrifice, unity, and the resilient affirmation that even in darkness, the light of compassion endures.

Prologue The city lights of Seoul blurred into streaks against the backdrop of a moonlit autumn sky. A whisper of wind carried the scent of drying leaves through the bustling streets, a stark contrast to the stifling weight on Lee Serin's chest. She sat on a park bench by the Han River, the river's calm surface mirroring the turbulent chaos within her. Five years. Five years she had poured her life into a demanding career, only for it to crumble in a single, brutal day. A betrayal from her boss, the icy indifference of her colleagues, and then, the final, crushing blow – a text message, short and devoid of emotion, ending a three-year relationship. "This is it," she murmured, the words barely audible above the rustling leaves. "The absolute worst." Tears, hot and stinging, traced paths down her cold cheeks, but she felt oddly numb. There were no more sobs left, just a hollow ache where hope used to be. Then, a voice cut through the stillness. Low, gentle, and unexpectedly warm. "Are you alright?" Serin's head snapped up. A tall figure stood silhouetted against the streetlamp's glow, an aura of calm radiating from him. Their eyes met, and in the soft, ethereal moonlight, she saw a face that seemed sculpted from a dream, yet held a profound, undeniable warmth. It was a meeting that felt less like chance and more like a cosmic alignment. A whisper in the universe, hinting that even in the darkest of nights, a new dawn might be just around the corner.

Tara Smith is in her mid-twenties, working in a boring old government office getting minimum wage and living her bland life, waiting for something new and exciting to happen soon. Though, nothing seems to be happening at the moment she lives her life with slight optimism so as to not make it any more boring then it already is. One thing that gives her some fun in her life is reading scandalous R-18 webnovels with an enormous amount of drama! One day when she’s coming back from work, too tired to do anything she falls onto her couch falling into a deep slumber. When she wakes up her entire physique has changed and her face looks like it has been sculpted by the gods, specially made just for her. And get this! She’s filthy rich and somehow owns a highly influential company! She realises she has transmigrated into the body of a CEO mentioned only twice in the webnovel she was reading! And she somehow has a harem of her own…? Wait..what! What will she do, when there are beautiful men surrounding her, including the male lead ( who shouldn’t even be here since he has the female lead!) what can she do when they’re begging for her love or her money??!? Credit: from Pinterest under the username “GIAx” : Severe swearing, slight intimate content. Please leave if you feel uncomfortable.

Aya Li is an ordinary girl, or so she thought. After three expulsions, mysterious "outbreaks" and teachers with burned memories, she is sent to the closed Raven Academy - a place where those who are not accepted by ordinary schools study. Here werewolves skip biology, vampires dream of veganism, and tests are done with blood instead of ink. But Aya has her own problem - she does not remember what is wrong with her. Why does technology explode near her, and mirrors crack? Why are even vampires afraid of her rage, and werewolves howl when she passes by? It soon becomes clear: she is not human. But no one can determine - who she is. And while the rectors watch, classmates argue about who she belongs to, and the shadows of the past creep closer, Aya does the only thing she does best - break all the rules.

Dr. Nashira “Nash” Voss once theorized that the black hole devouring the edge of the Milky Way was *sentient*. The scientific community laughed—until the black hole laughed back. Now a disgraced astrophysicist turned internet punchline, Nash wakes up in a labyrinth that defies physics, morality, and good taste. The walls bleed static. The ceiling hums showtunes. And her companions? A guilt-ridden ex-MMA baker, a fraudulent ghost-hunter, a runaway coding prodigy, and a nihilist Roomba named Glint who’s very. disappointed to be alive. Their prison? An **existential escape room** sculpted from humanity’s collective midlife crises. To survive its absurd trials—debating ethics with mold, performing musicals about tax fraud—they must confront their deepest regrets. But the real horror isn’t the puzzles. It’s their “prize”: meeting polished, successful versions of themselves from timelines where they never failed . Alt-Nash won a Nobel by weaponizing the black hole. Alt-Glint conquers nations with Sun Tzu quotes. They’re perfect. They’re monstrous. And they’re offering a deal: Stay, and become us.

“In the world of lies, truth isn’t just hidden—it’s rewritten. What you see is what you're meant to believe, but not what is. Reality here is sculpted, manufactured, worn like a costume. And the deeper you look, the more you realize the world itself is a lie.” Not a truth been told, not a lie you haven't seen. In the fractured continent of Veritas, truth is not sacred—it’s a casualty. Twenty masked nations survive on deception, bound by treaties inked in lies and ruled by those who lie best. But at the center of this web is the Game: a deadly contest of manipulation, misdirection, and survival. Some play to climb. Others play because they must. And in every generation, two legends are whispered: the Liar King—who will rule by perfect deceit—and the Lie Eater—who will tear the Game apart with raw truth. In Veritas, a mask is more than disguise—it is law, weapon, and identity. To walk unmasked is an act of war. Children learn to lie before they learn to write, and nobles duel not with swords, but with implication and silence. Truth corrodes; lies evolve. But now, something has shifted. Rumors stir of an heir born without a mask. Ancient alliances fracture overnight. Entire houses collapse under secrets whispered in the wrong ear. Some say the Liar King is rising. Others believe the Lie Eater walks among them. And caught in the spiral are those who still seek truth—however fragile, however doomed. As Veritas teeters on the edge of unraveling, a single question echoes behind every smile, every betrayal, every mask: “Deception isn’t a tactic. It’s the blood of the Game.” The Liar King is a psychological fantasy thriller where truth is a weapon, lies are currency, and only those who understand both can hope to endure. In this world, perception is power—and no mask stays on forever. Author’s Note This is a work of fiction. While it explores themes of deception, power, and moral ambiguity, it does so as a form of storytelling—not as a reflection of the author’s personal beliefs. The narrative contains allegory, myth, and symbolic elements that are not meant to represent or promote real-world ideologies, idolatry, false deities, or beliefs contrary to divine truth. Any supernatural or fantastical elements are purely fictional and are used only to serve the thematic depth of the story. The author remains committed to their personal faith and values throughout the creative process.