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Lu Hua's flirting was just a joke, meant to be a harmless fun, until the untouchable Master Li Chen started listening. Transmigrated into a world of ancient scrolls, she teased him out of boredom, never expecting the icy cultivator to respond. But now his gaze lingers, his silence burns, and duty is no longer enough. Is she a fleeting star, or a fire meant to melt his frozen world?

Step 1: Inherit a creepy old mansion. Step 2: Unlock a cursed system that makes girls fall in love with you… just by saying “hi.” Step 3: Realize if you don’t reject them within 10 texts, something horrible happens. Now I’m Ren. And apparently, I’m the “Catalyst for Affection-Based Catastrophes.” (Yeah, it literally said that.) My peaceful new life? Over. Instead, I’ve got a sword-swinging elf sleeping in my closet, a childhood friend turned yandere hiding all the kitchen knives, and a soft-spoken librarian who keeps fainting every time I look at her. They’re all beautiful. They’re all obsessed. And they all might die if I don’t navigate this insane, romantic death-game… one awkward message at a time. Reject them too late? Game over. Fall in love by accident? Worse. This isn’t a dating sim. It’s survival of the cutest. --- Reader Note: Hey dear readers! If you’re enjoying the ride—twists, laughs, near-deaths, and all—don’t forget to add to your collection, leave a review, or drop a comment! It helps the story grow and reach even more chaotic romantics like you!

Living life in this new world was already hard enough.... So why? Why is the villainess of this world obsessed with me?

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.

Bibirku terkatup rapat. Ekspresiku bersih. Seolah tak tahu arti sorot matanya yang kini lebih tajam dari sebelumnya. Jari-jarinya mengusap pelan sepanjang rahangku. Gerakannya tenang. Terukur. Terlalu hati-hati untuk disebut sayang. “Lugu sekali,” bisiknya nyaris tanpa suara. “Nafasmu... tidak berubah. Detak jantungmu pun stabil.” Ia menunduk. Bibirnya menyentuh kulit di bawah telingaku. Hangat. Tapi tidak menggoda. Hanya pengalihan. “Mata ini... tak berbohong. Tapi mereka juga... tidak sepenuhnya jujur, kan?” Tangan kirinya bergerak ke punggungku. Menelusuri tulang belikat, lalu turun pelan ke pinggang—dan berhenti. Ia diam di sana. Seperti sedang memastikan sesuatu. “Apakah kamu tahu...” lanjutnya, suaranya melembut namun menggigit, “...dari semua orang yang pernah melihat sisi gelapku... hanya kamu yang tidak lari.” Aku masih diam. Hanya berkedip sekali lagi. Lalu tersenyum tipis. “Memangnya kenapa aku harus lari?” Suaraku ringan. Seperti bercanda. Dan aku menambahkan tawa kecil yang nyaris seperti embusan napas. Ia tidak tertawa balik. Tatapannya masih dalam. Tangannya tetap menyentuh pipiku—dingin, beraroma logam dan kulit. Lalu aku... ...tersenyum. Tulus. Aku bangkit sedikit dari duduk, mengangkat wajahnya pelan dengan kedua tangan, lalu mencium pipinya. Ciuman itu tak meninggalkan bekas, hanya suara kecil: chu — terdengar manis, polos. Hampir seperti anak kecil yang ingin menunjukkan kasih sayang. “Oh! Kamu pasti lelah?” ucapku ringan. “Malam ini aku cuma buat sup ikan, yang potongannya... agak kacau.” Tanganku menarik ujung bajunya. Pelan. Manja. Membawanya agar berada tepat di atasku. Aku merebahkan tubuhku perlahan ke kasur, tapi kaki masih menapak lantai. Pandanganku tak lepas darinya—melihat dari bawah, dari posisi paling rapuh. “Tapi jangan tanya kenapa potongannya jelek banget…” lanjutku sambil terkikik kecil. “Soalnya tadi pisaunya—” “Pisaunya?” Ia memotong. Suaranya datar. Aku mengangguk pelan. Mataku masih cerah. “Iya, pisaunya berat banget! Kamu beli dari mana, sih? Tajam, serem, tapi keren. Kayak... pisau yang dipakai pembunuh berantai! Hihi~” Beberapa detik, ekspresinya berubah. Bukan marah. Bukan terganggu. Tapi... ada sesuatu di sana. Seolah pikirannya baru saja menabrak kenangan yang seharusnya terkunci rapat. Lalu dengan nada tetap tenang, ia berkata: “Jangan pakai pisau itu lagi. Kau bisa saja terluka.” Jarinya menyusup ke rambutku, lembut tapi dingin. “Besok aku akan memberimu yang lain. Yang lebih... cocok untuk tanganmu.” Lalu bibirnya kembali turun. Ke leherku. Awalnya terasa geli. Tapi cepat berubah menjadi sesuatu yang lebih dalam dari sekadar sentuhan canggung. Nafas kami mulai tak beraturan. Tubuhnya berat di atas tubuhku, membuat ranjang berderit setiap kali ia bergerak. —Novel ini juga tersedia dalam terjemahan bahasa Inggris dengan judul yang sama.

Elia wakes up every night in a silent town where time seems frozen. No people, no sounds just the same house across the street and a scream that breaks the quiet at exactly 3:33 a.m That scream belongs to her past a memory she’s tried to bury but can’t escape. Now, for the first time in years, the door to that house is open To move forward, Elia must face the darkness she’s spent a lifetime running from. But some doors, once opened, don’t close easily

ROMANCE! APOCALYPSE! DRAMA LOVING GOD! REBIRTH! The hospital lights buzzed faintly above her, the edges of her vision already blurring into white. Blood pooled in her lungs. No family. No friends. Just the relentless beeping of a monitor counting down her last seconds. Rosalie stared at the sterile ceiling, tears sliding sideways across her temple. "I didn’t even get to do anything." She whispered. "No love. No one will remember I was here. If anyone’s out there… God, fate, whatever you are, hear me. Let me live again. Somewhere. Anywhere. Let me matter." When she woke up again, she wasn’t Rosalie anymore. She was Mei Shen, a forgotten noblewoman trapped in a story of cold nights and cruel tyrant hands. One night. No promises. A pregnancy with a tyrant's child. She ran. Hid. Escaped fate’s cruel grip. But less than a month later everything changed. “Subject detected. Lianwei Voss has entered your proximity. Obsession level: 85% - critical. Imminent event : Apocalypse countdown initiated -time remaining: Unknown. New genre unlocked: Dark romance -Obsession + villainous devotion activated." The game had changed. The rules were gone. "You broke the script. But you will never break me."God whispered in her ear. The child she carried was a weapon, her vengeance a fire. And somewhere in the darkness, the emperor’s obsession burned hotter than ever. One night, beneath the empire’s broken skyline, she found a stranger, broken, bleeding, unknown. She saved him. Not knowing she was cradling her own nightmare.

After being left alone on a Planet, betrayed by his trusted crewmates, Tinker has to survive.

In a distant future, Earth has fallen — conquered by two ruthless alien tribes. The other rule with brute force,While the other ruled with cold,calculative intellect. Humanity has become nothing more but a pawn in the hands of the aliens.To them,humans are just slaves and tools without emotion Amidst the chaos, a silent boy walks amidst the ashes. He carries a burden heavier than any weapon: The ability to transfer human experience — pain, joy, fear, love — into the minds of those who’ve never felt anything like it. A cursed gift. A final hope. This is not a tale of heroes. It is a story of what it means to suffer, and what it truly means to be human.

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Yeon-Jun is a dedicated barista at a quaint cafe operated by Sung-Hoon Cha, the son of the man who once saved Yeon-Jun's life. He grapples with selective mutism, a condition that emerged after the traumatic experience of witnessing his parents' tragic death. Although the details of his past have faded from his memory, his body retains the imprint of those painful events. It was during this darkest chapter of his life that Sung-Hoon's father discovered him alone and heartbroken, offering him shelter and a semblance of safety. Despite never having envisioned a future as a barista, Yeon-Jun made a solemn promise to Sung-Hoon's father on his deathbed—to forever stand by his side. This vow compelled Yeon-Jun to forsake his own aspirations and instead pursue a life marked by unrelenting work and perpetual anxiety. Conversely, Woo-San Kim is the affluent CEO of K&L Entertainment, a company steeped in legacy as he belongs to an illustrious lineage of chaebols, being an eighth-generation heir poised to inherit substantial assets from his grandfather. Like Yeon-Jun, Woo-San has also faced the grief of losing both parents to illness, which has led to a strained relationship with his controlling grandfather. The elder Kim holds steadfast to his authority, adamantly refusing to relinquish the company, opting instead to orchestrate a competition among Woo-San, his half-brother, and his cousin for the right to inherit the family fortune. Throughout his childhood, Woo-San has been accompanied by Hee-Jun Go, a devoted friend and secretary who was rescued by Woo-San's father. Hee-Jun, having been separated from his own family at a young age, appreciates the depth of loyalty and friendship. In a heartfelt gesture, Woo-San offers to help Hee-Jun locate his long-lost brother, during which he finds himself inexplicably drawn to Yeon-Jun at the café, captivated by the quiet strength and resilience hidden beneath Yeon-Jun's struggles. However, when Woo-San’s grandfather learns of his burgeoning feelings for Yeon-Jun, he delivers a menacing ultimatum: marry someone of his grandfather's choosing or face disinheritance. Feeling cornered with little left to lose, Woo-San contemplates capitulating to the marriage arrangement, all the while suspecting that his grandfather is orchestrating a more sinister plot that preys on Woo-San's unresolved trauma, compelling him to wrestle for his inheritance. As tensions rise within this power dynamic, Woo-San feels an undeniable connection to Yeon-Jun, yet finds that Yeon-Jun’s condition renders him unable to express his own feelings. Desperate to flee the confines of the forced marriage, Woo-San resolves to turn his grandfather's manipulative tactics against him. In this quest for autonomy, he uncovers unsettling truths that extend far beyond his own life, jeopardizing not only his future but also deeply affecting Hee-Jun, Sung-Hoon, and even his grandfather himself. Faced with this newfound knowledge—one he wishes he could unlearn—Woo-San must grapple with difficult decisions. Will he risk exposing his own vulnerabilities to protect Yeon-Jun? Will he succumb to his grandfather’s wishes to secure his inheritance, or will he forge a path driven by empathy and commitment to those who have become family to him? The weight of these revelations threatens to alter the course of their lives forever. Author's Note: I apologize if this gets a delayed update. My country decided to randomly go to war this Tuesday and I live near the border. So, yeah.

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Sometimes, Gods walk among us. We just don't notice because we aren't capable of perceiving them as they are. However, when one such Goddess realizes that She is unable to remember who She is supposed to be, history starts to change forever. Join our unnamed Goddess as She travels around our world, meeting with strange Gods and even stranger mortals as She searches for the truth of who She is.

In the world of Elka, every awakened mage is granted a Grimoire — a living magical book that records their spells, achievements, and evolution paths. Spells aren’t static. They grow. They branch. They transform. For most mages, spell evolution is a game of instinct and talent — cast more, train harder, get lucky. But Arin Ember isn’t like most mages. He’s not even from this world. Transmigrated from a dying, magicless planet where survival depended on science, Arin sees magic not as mystery, but as code. And he’s obsessed with one spell: Fireball. The weakest, most basic spell in existence — and the only one he’ll ever use. While others chase power through variety, Arin dives into obsessive specialization. He dissects Fireball like a physicist. He refines it like a chemist. And in his blank, silent Grimoire, he begins rebuilding it from the ground up — not just evolving it, but rewriting its magical genome. Because in Elka, every spell is built on a hidden structure: mana-sequence code, a chain of runes and elemental instructions like living DNA. It governs everything — from power output to elemental behavior to spell adaptability. And Arin? He’s the first person insane enough to treat it like genetic engineering. Through experimentation, failure, and relentless theory-crafting, he transforms his Fireball into: A self-replicating flame with controlled mitosis A plasma-based projectile that adapts to air density A sentient spark that learns mid-combat And a superheated core spell capable of atomizing magic barriers They call him talentless. They call him obsessed. But soon, may call him something else: The Father of Spell Genetics. The One-Spell Monster. The Fireball Architect.

After years of quiet, the ghost from her haunting past brutally reclaims her. The possessive and dangerous Sank shatters Ellina's fragile, broken life, unraveling a dark history and leaving a trail of violence in his obsessive wake. Now trapped in his grasp, Ellina must confront the man who refuses to let her go.

Seram Pitt wakes up in a stranger's bed to a shocking revelation: he's an SSS-class Esper, the most powerful and feared kind. The man beside him, Silke, is his assigned Guide - cool, professional, and irresistible. Seram thought he was straight, but around Silke, his logic falters, his heart races, and his instincts scream to protect. He's falling fast, and it's terrifying. As an Esper with destructive abilities, Seram fears losing control and hurting Silke, the one person who makes him feel human. He tries to keep his distance, but his possessiveness grows stronger. Despite being seen as a weapon, Seram yearns to be something soft - for Silke. As feelings intensify and dangers loom, Seram faces a truth more daunting than his abilities: he's lost his heart, and it belongs to his Guide. Can he navigate his emotions and the dangers surrounding him, or will his feelings destroy everything?

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“What are you saying? You will take whatever punishment it is I would give you?” Lucien looked at her, he smiled when he saw that she was standing up to him. Lily’s body was shaking, she was not sure if she was going to be able to handle the torment going to come from the man in front of her but she knew that it was going to be either that or her family would be killed. Lily folded her hands, took one deep breath she locked eyes with the man standing before her. “I will take your punishment and I will be fine.” Lucien walks up to her with a smile on his face, he takes her hands and leads her to the bed. Pinning her down he looks her in the eye. “Such big mouth for a little flower, but since you want to show you have grit. You should know that you are my property now, you can’t go anywhere without telling me, you can’t make friends, and you can’t die without letting me know. Do I make myself clear wildflower?” Lily swallowed softly, she knew that she was in his territory and the wrong words might be the end of her. “Yes sir,” Lily took it upon herself to make sure that nothing would happen to her family, but it was not just to make sure that they were safe. She also did it to make sure that she would get closer to Lucien Rosario to take his life, making sure that she would avenge her father.-even if it meant falling into the devil's dark world.

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"On that day, Zach Harper died-" Or at least that was how it was supposed to be. I died. But there was good news, and bad news. The good news; I was reincarnated! Transmigrated into the World of Aethoria! Holy fuck, miracles do happen! But the bad news was, "Huh? What's this?" ... [DING!] A New Quest has been issued:- Type:- SURVIVAL Name:- Quest To Becoming Stronger: Description: The {Great Calamity} is coming...Get stronger and survive. Duration-: ... Reward:- ... Penalty:- Death, ??? ] ... I had to survive. •••• Join the discord! https://discord.gg/3E6p8AdQVR ••• Stone goals will be re-updated soon.

Title: Extra Save Point Genre: Fantasy | Action | Academy | System | Comedy-Drama | Anti-Hero Synopsis: After spending five grueling years mastering a brutal magic-fantasy RPG, a sarcastic and survival-obsessed gamer wakes up to find himself inside the very game world—as a nameless extra. Not a hero. Not a villain. Just... an unlucky background character. Worse, the world is on the brink of destruction—twelve Demon Kings, seventy-two Commanders, and a plot that spans kingdoms, world trees, desert ruins, and sky-piercing towers. While the five chosen protagonists begin their destined journeys to save the world, he has only one goal: Survive. At any cost. Armed with deep meta knowledge, an unshakable love for his sister back in the real world, and an enchanted shovel (don’t ask), he begins hunting down every hidden piece, broken relic, and overlooked questline the heroes were too noble to exploit. He doesn’t care about being a hero. He doesn’t care about the world. Until he finds people—rivals, allies, and maybe more—who slowly begin to crack his cynical shell. But make no mistake. If saving the world gets in the way of saving his sister? The world is going to burn.

Wen Yiqian, once a faceless nobody, clawed his way through life’s trials only to stumble upon an unexpected twist of fate—a “Protagonist Cultivation System.” But instead of granting him cheats or shortcuts, the system subjected him to relentless daily tasks: mastering “gentlemanly conduct,” navigating “crisis management,” and observing “emotional boundaries.” Failure to comply meant demotion—to a mere background character. Within the walls of an elite high school entangled in power plays and hidden desires, Cheng Lin is trapped in a psychological tug-of-war with the system. Teetering between darkness, breakdown, and transcendence, he fights to maintain his sanity. All he ever wanted was to stay low-profile—yet destiny thrust him into the spotlight. Along the way, he charms the school beauty, outwits academic tyrants, rescues the so-called villain, and uncovers a secret buried for years. When being the main character is no longer a privilege but a path of discipline—are you ready to walk it?

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Lex has never felt content. His life been mostly devoid of meaning and he seems truly lost. Until one day he is sent to a strange space resembling his school. With dangerous creatures forcing him to either confront his fears or turn his back he has a choice. Can Lex confront and overcome these spaces or will he eventually fall into despair, for when he returns back to reality not everything is the same as it was...

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