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Sold by her father, Bella short for Arabella, was forced to live a life as a slave that would entertain the guests of the castle. The job of slaves were merely to be humiliated and to have as feast once they became a boring creature toward the guests. Arabella with her fierce attitude had only caused more trouble than good, although that helped her from being feasted by the vampires until her body dried up, the vampires also enjoy in harming her, toying with her, hoping to see that one day she would break. However she had caught the wrong attention by those crimson gaze, eventually being the toy of the one and only Mad Crown Prince of Versailles. Eventually this interest only cause her to be more tangled by the twisted and thorny battle for the Throne. Will eventually Bella concede and accept the Mad crown prince? Or will she finally succeed in running away from his grasp. Why her? *** excerpt*** Arabella felt her wrists stung as the shackle around her wrist jingled from the sudden pull. She then met with the icy red eyes that brood down upon her appearance, drinking into every inch of her figure as if he was studying her, even to how those breaths escaped her lips. "I thought we had bonded over the days we have spent together, Bella," he sang, his bright scarlet eyes betraying the singing tone he had used as it had grown so dark and filled with anger. "Yet you left so quickly as soon as I opened the castle gate." Bella gritted her teeth, her eyes glaring at him as she defiantly shook his hand off her face, "I can remind you if you have forgotten it, Your Majesty, I am kept here against my wish." Cassius' smile faded as he stared at her. The sudden pin-drop silence filled her nerves with tension as she found his smileless face the most terrifying sight. She had always known his fearsome side however, it felt scarier tonight. Bella tried to endure how loud her heart had raced against her chest, gathering her breaths together even though it remained shallow in his presence. "So cold," he muttered, his tone trying to tease her, but she could see the raw anger crossing his eyes. "You cannot run from me. Not after what we've done. Not after what you promised." Her heart faltered. She wasn't supposed to stay in this castle; she knew that the royal palace was filled with those vampire monsters who would kill for their desire, simply to have fun. She knew she should never give her heart to any of these monsters, and she had once believed she would never. But that was until Cassius came. She had made that promise because her heart had betrayed her, and she wished that she had never uttered that promise. Promises she had made to him on the call of love. Yet deep within her, a part of her still crave for him. "You're not the first one I have broken my promises with," she gritted her teeth and looked up at him, "I broke my promise the way you broke yours first, isn't it fair?" "Fair? Then was everything a lie, Arabella?" he murmured, his hands cupping her face, forcing her to meet his eyes. "You were mine the moment you entered my castle. And you will be mine until the very end." She gulped as his eyes shone underneath the moonlight, his gaze unforgiving over her, exposing his wild hunger. Her breath caught, her pulse quickening. "A human and a vampire should have never stayed together. They were all right." "I don't care," he spoke through his clenched jaw. "You're going to remain here by my side forever."

The engagement of the most adored daughter of the Li Family was broken off. Her furious family members railed against the heartless man and vowed to make him pay the price. * Later on, Li Qiao met her ex-fiancé’s big brother by chance. Some said he was the most mysterious man in Nanyang and his name was Shang Yu, aka Shang Shaoyan. While some others called him the overbearing and obsessive underground Overlord of Nanyang from whom everyone should stay away. Standing in the misty rain, Li Qiao gazed at the ruthless and untamed man with a shallow smile, said, “Hello, I’m Li Qiao.” She would become her ex-fiancé’s sister-in-law, if not wife. * Li Qiao and her ex-fiancé met again on the street several months later when he sneered at her, “Are you following me? Haven’t you given up hope yet?” A harsh voice berated him from behind, “Show some respect to your sister-in-law!” From now on, only one rumor was circulating in Nanyang City – The merciless Overlord of Nanyang had one woman he uncritically doted on. Her name was Li Qiao.

Having traveled to the year 1983, Lu Jiaxin found herself at the start facing the failure of the original host in a high school exam, a stepmother who was sweet on the outside but dark-hearted, and a purely self-interested father. Designer Lu, facing a hellish start, decided: if her stepmother made a move, she'd countermove tenfold! If her father failed to act like a human, she'd teach him how to! She still intended to continue college; she heard that the degrees from Hong Kong University in the '80s were quite valuable, so she flung her sleeves and bravely explored the financial and business circles of Hong Kong. Bulky mobile phones, beepers, "007" on the dance floor! Victoria Mountain, Shallow Bay, female tycoons of Victoria!

On her wedding day, Qian Sisi found out that her husband was the man from that night, and she was dumbstruck, "Why is it you?" Bai Dashao responded with a shallow smile, his cunning calmness apparent, "Of course, I had to inspect the goods before marrying a wife!" To avoid marital duties after the wedding, she disfigured her little face more than once, proudly declaring, "Look, I'm so ugly." "No problem! I'm blind!" the man answered, effortlessly scooping up the woman and tightly enfolding her in his arms, "You can be even uglier, ugly enough so no one will compete with me for you!"

Kane staggered through the smoldering ruins of his kingdom, his vision swimming with blood and sweat. Every muscle screamed in protest, every step faltered, but the pain was a distant echo compared to the void in his chest. The imperial prince had razed it all—the palace, the people, everything Kane had ever known. His father’s stern voice, his mother’s gentle touch, the warriors who had once sworn to protect them—all silenced, their dying cries still ringing in his ears. But there was one person he couldn’t let go of. “Julia…” His voice rasped, barely audible over the crackling flames. His heart thudded unevenly as he lurched across the battlefield, the air thick with the stench of death. His sister had been his beacon in this crumbling world, the only one who saw strength in him despite his failings. He clung to a fragile hope that she might still be alive. That hope shattered when he found her. By the lake’s edge, where the water mirrored the flickering flames, Julia lay motionless on the cold earth. Kane’s breath caught, his legs giving out as he dropped to his knees beside her. Her golden hair, once radiant, was tangled with dirt and blood. Her pale skin was marred with bruises, her body exposed—stripped of the dignity she’d carried so effortlessly in life. The imperial prince hadn’t just taken her life; he’d handed her to his soldiers like a trophy, a final cruelty that twisted Kane’s grief into rage. “No… no…” His voice cracked, tears spilling down his ash-streaked face. With trembling hands, he tore off his own tattered shirt—the last remnant of the prince he’d once been. It wasn’t much, but he couldn’t leave her like this. Gently, he draped the fabric over her fragile form, shielding her from the world that had betrayed her. His fingers lingered on the cloth, as if he could somehow give her back the peace she deserved. “I’m sorry, Julia,” he whispered, his throat tight with sobs. “I wasn’t strong enough to protect you…” Guilt gnawed at him, sharper than the wounds seeping through his torn clothes. He had failed her, failed them all—his family, his kingdom, himself. What was left for him now? Ignoring the fire in his limbs, Kane clawed at the dirt with his bare hands, digging a shallow grave. Each handful of earth sent jolts of pain through his battered body, but he welcomed it. She deserved more than this—a proper burial, a monument—but this was all he could offer. As he laid her inside and covered her with soil, his vision blurred, his strength fading. His injuries were too deep, the vial of salve in his pocket too meager to save him. It could dull the pain, perhaps, but he didn’t want that. He didn’t deserve it. When the grave was finished, Kane collapsed beside it, his chest heaving with shallow breaths. Death hovered close, and he was ready to let it take him. Then, a glint of gold caught his eye. Something plumm

The battlefield was silent. The embers of war had long since faded, leaving only scorched earth and broken bodies in their wake. In the heart of it all, a man stood with a blade buried deep in his chest, his dark heart impaled. His breath was shallow, his gaze distant, as if staring beyond the veil of this world. Kezess—once a ruler, once a tyrant, once a man who had brought nothing but ruin. Now, his story was over. Or so it should have been. Reborn in a fractured empire, Raizen Helios walks a path shaped by memories of a life long past. No longer the monster that once stood above all, he now fights for something beyond himself. His family, his people, the fleeting peace that could crumble at any moment. But the past is never truly buried. Whispers of old grudges, schemes woven in the shadows, and enemies waiting for the right moment to strike—history threatens to repeat itself. And when war comes again, when the abyss calls for another sacrifice, Raizen will have to decide. Will he fall once more? Or will he finally break free?

[Ding! Sorceress Beauty Merlin from Camelot has added you to a chat group full of beautiful maidens!] [Ding! You've claimed the title of Supreme Demon Lord!] [Ding! Fairy Queen Ophelia tagged you in a post!] [Ding! Medusa sent you some of her spicy videos, shut your blinds before watching!] [Ding! Your dog has been transformed into the Ancient Black Dragon Veligrpyh!] James Kang, once the youngest heir to the multi-trillion-dollar Hart Global Corporation, has everything anyone could dream of: money, luxury, and freedom. But his life is hollow—friends are fake, family distant, and his days are a blur of shallow extravagance. One late, lonely night, James gets a notification: [Congratulations! You have been added to the Ancient Multiverse Chatroom!] Thinking it's some cringy online role-playing game, he decides to entertain himself and plays along, proclaiming himself the "Supreme Demon Lord." The group, filled with titles like: [Princess of the Azure Seas] [Dragon Emperor of Ashvale] [Goblin Slayer Supreme] [High Priestess of the Sun] [Fafnir, the Pet Wyvern] And they seemed hilariously invested in their roles. What starts as a joke takes a bizarre turn. The more James participates, the more he notices strange phenomena: glowing runes on his skin, magic artifacts materializing from nowhere, an elder dragon in his garage, and a sudden mastery of dark magic. Things escalate when a private group chat, run by a perverted female King Arthur, invites him to [The Table of Beauties], a circle of god-tier roleplayers… or so he thinks. Soon, James learns the truth. The chat is an interdimensional nexus connecting real worlds where magic, legends, and gods exist. His casual banter and fake roleplay have turned him into a living, breathing Demon Lord, complete with a castle in Hell, loyal monster armies, and reality-warping powers. To make matters even crazier, his “friends” start visiting Earth, and they’re nothing like he imagined! ･･･ Discord: https://discord.gg/XRq3VeasqQ

Matthew Groff, a 31-year-old outcast with no aspirations, no friends, and a single obsession—the Viking era—spends his days escaping his bleak reality through Viking media. When he stumbles upon a 101-chapter web novel called The Viking Era, he excitedly dives in, only to be appalled by its historical inaccuracies, shallow characters, and clumsy storytelling. Furious, Matthew finishes the story out of spite and leaves a scathing review. What Matthew doesn’t know is that the author has other plans. In a bizarre twist of fate, Matthew is reincarnated into the very story he despises, taking on the role of Elliott —the childhood friend (and slave) of the protagonist who is doomed to die at the beginning of the tale. Thrown into a Viking world filled with battles, betrayals, and a mysterious glowing system that gives cryptic instructions, Matthew must find a way to defy the story’s narrative and rewrite his destiny. Can he use his extensive Viking knowledge to survive in this brutal world? Or will he meet the same tragic fate as his character? Find out by reading!

On the day of her wedding, Ivy Quinn vanishes, leaving behind only a note: "I’m sorry, I can't marry a blind man." To protect her son from heartbreak, Elizabeth Winters strikes a desperate deal—Ruby, Ivy’s identical twin, must take her sister’s place at the altar. Trapped by duty and family pressure, Ruby agrees, believing it will only last until Stefan’s eyesight is restored. But from the moment they marry, Stefan senses something is different about his "wife." The woman beside him is nothing like the shallow fiancée he once knew. She’s sharp, resilient, and understands his business in a way Ivy never did. Against all odds, he falls harder than ever for this new version of her. And Ruby? She never expected to fall in love with a man who was never meant to be hers. But just when she finds the courage to tell him the truth, Ivy returns, ready to reclaim the life she abandoned. When Stefan finally opens his eyes, will he see the woman who truly stood by him—or will he be too blind to recognize real love? ****Excerpt**** “By the way, did Ruby come to the wedding?” he asked, catching her off guard since she hadn't expected him to ask her that all of a sudden. Was he already suspecting that it was her and not Ivy? Ruby’s fingers froze on the door handle for just a fraction of a second. It was enough to set off alarms in Stefan's head. “I—uh…” She hesitated, but only briefly. “No. She had work. She couldn’t make it.” Was he suspecting a switch already? What must have set off the alarm in his head? Stefan hummed, tilting his head slightly. “Oh, I see. How is she, then? I hope she's coming to visit one of these days?” Her fingers tightened on the handle, though her voice remained steady. “Yeah. She would, the moment she is chanced and can come.” A slow smirk tugged at the corner of Stefan’s lips, though he kept his expression neutral. Interesting. Very interesting. His wife had just lied to him and he didn't know why. Even though he was blind, he'd find out why soon enough.

Ça avait commencé de façon étrange : son chat refusait qu’il le caresse. Lin Qiushi découvrit rapidement que la discorde se répandait tout autour de lui. Puis, un jour, il poussa une porte et découvrit que son couloir, qu'il connaissait par coeur, était devenu un couloir sans fin. Aux deux extrémités de ce couloir se trouvaient douze portes en fer identiques. Il poussa l’une des portes. Ainsi, l’histoire commence.

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death. Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine. --- “I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached. He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here. “Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?" I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place. “What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze. --- A Dangerous Obsession Can she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction? A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation. --- LYCAN KING CASSIAN I will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones. Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce. And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave. She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.

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Noah had never been healthy. From the moment he was born, his life was defined by sickle cell anemia, a relentless condition that left him weak, fatigued, and in constant pain. His blood, flawed and fragile, seemed to betray him at every turn. The disease didn’t just ravage his body—it shaped his entire existence. He was introverted, withdrawn, and struggled to connect with others. While his mother and sister effortlessly made friends and thrived in social settings, Noah often felt like an outsider, watching life pass him by from the sidelines. There were moments, rare and fleeting, when he felt a semblance of contentment. But more often than not, a hollow ache settled deep within him, a void that nothing could fill. It wasn’t just the physical pain of his illness—it was the loneliness, the isolation, the feeling of being a burden to those he loved. One day, the sickness came for him with a vengeance. His body, already worn down by years of fighting, finally began to give out. This time, Noah didn’t resist. The hollow feeling had returned, stronger and more consuming than ever. He was tired—tired of the pain, tired of the loneliness, tired of the endless struggle. For the first time, he let go. As his breaths grew shallow and his vision blurred, Noah closed his eyes. The world around him faded into silence, and his last thought wasn’t one of fear or regret, but of emptiness. He took his final breath, the hollow ache in his chest finally stilled. But death wasn’t the end. Noah woke up—somewhere else. The air felt different, charged with an energy he couldn’t explain. His body, once frail and broken, felt... alive. Strong. He blinked, disoriented, as his surroundings came into focus. He wasn’t in a hospital bed anymore. He wasn’t even in his world. He was in the **TVD Universe**.

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Ethan Collins, a man dying from cancer, wakes up in the body of a healthy teenager in a strange world. His body is restored, but his new life is far from ordinary. He’s now a failed writer in a society where shallow, poorly written novels are hailed as masterpieces. With the knowledge of great literary works from his past life, Ethan sees an opportunity to change the world. But powerful literary elites control the industry, and they’ll stop at nothing to maintain their dominance. To survive, Ethan must keep his true identity a secret, outwit rival writers, and navigate the dangerous web of deception that surrounds him. As he battles to reshape literature, Ethan faces the harsh reality that in this world, one wrong move could cost him everything. His second chance is fleeting, and if he’s not careful, his fate may be rewritten again—permanently.

Arata Renji has one rule—avoid unnecessary drama at all costs. To him, high school is nothing more than a glorified social experiment, where shallow friendships and fleeting romances mean nothing in the grand scheme of life. Armed with sharp wit and a cynical outlook, he’s perfected the art of solitude, ensuring that he never gets caught up in the nonsense of ‘youthful experiences.’ But his quiet existence takes an unexpected turn when he crosses paths with Tachibana Mei—the most popular girl in school and the president of the Service Club. Cold, confident, and impossible to ignore, she sees right through his carefully constructed walls and presents him with an ultimatum: join the club, help others, and maybe—just maybe—learn that there’s more to life than watching from the sidelines. Renji has no interest in playing hero, and even less interest in love. But as he’s pulled deeper into the world of the Service Club—solving other students’ problems, navigating messy relationships, and dealing with Mei’s relentless teasing—he starts to realize that some things aren’t as easily avoided as he thought. Especially when the person he’s trying to avoid the most is the one who understands him best. A slow-burn high school romance about two stubborn people who refuse to admit they’re perfect for each other.

Hanno Galloway quickly becomes the talk of the town. Not for his eccentric trade, nor for his established presence in the colonial industry, not even for his wide charming smile. Rather, the townsfolk talk of his fondness with the priests daughter. Though there is bitter resentment from the priestess towards Hanno, who has misguided her brother away from her god. Not a single word is spoken between the two. Not one word of affection, yet the young enchantress captivates the young tradesman, and there is bitter implications of this wretched romance, first and foremost for Nargis herself. But who can stop what has been ordained by the heart. And what is the heart but a slave to fate.

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air. "You shouldn't be here," Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling. "Shouldn't I?" His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume. "I haven’t seen you for the last two days," his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. "Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?" Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, "I don't belong to anyone.” "A bold claim," he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. "Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch." His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. "Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?"

He once stained the rivers and mountains with blood, his brilliance unparalleled. Unexpectedly, he encountered a great calamity, a dragon trapped in shallow waters, everyone thought he was nothing more than a useless son-in-law. But how could Gold Scales belong to a mere pond? The returning king, under the name of Frenzied Son-in-Law, with the War God's stature, swept across the Eight Desolations of the Four Realms, the world trembled beneath his feet!

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Follows Lillianne Sakuragi, a half Japanese university student e who all her life has been admired for her beauty-yet only superficially. Guarded by the echoes of past betrayals and shallow romances, Lillianne has built high walls around her heart that start tearing down a breezy spring day at her favourite café. All starting with a jar of honey that led Lillianne to an encounter with a waiter at the café. His subtle words and unassuming gestures begin to break down her guarded brick wall. Will she ever learn to finally let other people in again or will she let her old habits stick.

It hurts, doesn't it?" he murmured, his voice a dark caress that sent a shiver down her spine. Amelia nodded, her eyes never leaving his as she felt the wetness between her legs grow even more. With a smug smile, Enzo's hand moved from her thigh to cup her left breast, his thumb flicking over the nipple. It was a gentle touch, almost soothing after the sting of his slap. But she knew it was a prelude to something more. He leaned over her, his hard length pressing against her thigh. She felt a thrill of fear and anticipation. This was it the moment she'd been dreading and craving all at once. He reached for his belt, unbuckling it with a smoothness that spoke of experience. Her eyes widened as he freed his cock, standing tall and proud before her. It was thick and long, a stark contrast to the tenderness of his earlier touch. She knew what was coming, and she was both scared and excited. "Look at me, Amelia," he whispered, his eyes dark with need. She met his gaze, her breath shallow and uneven. He positioned himself between her legs, his hand guiding himself to her entrance. Her body tensed as she felt the tip of his erection against her. "Relax," he murmured, his voice soothing despite the intensity in his eyes. "This will only hurt for a moment."

Earth has undergone an odd change. Expanding by millions of times its original size, its population was suddenly split into two halves. On one side, there was a group of technologically advanced humans. But, on the other, a world of cultivation had grown and pospered. The secrets that led to this change have been hidden in the darkness for too long... Until there came a day where a boy born on the Mortal side of the world was found to have the talent to enter the Martial side. Having lost both of his parents to a hidden tide, he chose to leave all that he had known behind and enter this land of danger. What truths would he unveil? What would he learn about what separated the Mortals from the Cultivators? What hidden evils wanted to ensure that his people never rose up and gained power? And how would those evils... deal with him? ---- This list of things I hate is quite long. The first is that I hate to be tested the most. The second is that I hate to be tested the most. The third also happens to be that I hate to be tested the most. The ocean's depths are too shallow, the sun's light too dim, the ground too mundane and the skies too small. For those born of this colorless world to deem themselves worthy of casting judgement on me... I can only say that it's laughable. I am the Nameless Immortal God because even the Heavens themselves are unworthy to name me. Even while I am unaware of my own identity, I will dry the oceans until cracked land is all that is left, I will cast the sun into endless darkness, I will shatter the ground with my feet and sunder the skies with my blade. Am I too arrogant? What right do you have to think that? --- https://discord.gg/awespec

Seventeen-year-old Vaelith Solvryn lived a life full of shallow expectations, but beneath the surface, she was running—from her controlling boyfriend, an unsettling coach, and her inability to stand up for herself. One snowy night, everything changed when a tragic accident ended her life. Instead of oblivion, Vaelith awakens in an unfamiliar void, greeted by a mysterious voice calling itself Ethereal Whisper. She learns she’s been reincarnated into a world teeming with mystical energy known as Essence, where her very existence marks her as the last of an ancient and rare race: the Essence Conduits, beings who embody and control the purest form of Essence.

In the church's prison, a man looked at his shackles. 'Little girl... is this the ending you wanted to see?' Thinking back to that resolute and pretty face in his memory and that golden hair like the blooming sunset, Lister sighed. 'If I had known that my end will be like this, I might as well have abandoned that little useless princess, opened a small tavern, and found a woman to spend my life with.' "Man, how unlucky am I..." Lister remembered that while he was playing with these little fluffy monster girls, he used to often tease a certain witch that she would accidentally end up on the stake, making her puzzled, but he didn't expect that he would be the one to go up first. "If all this could start over... I should have chosen the monster girls after all." "Oh? Really?" A cold yet teasing voice sounded beside him. As he turned his head to look, powerful magic energy gathered and swirled, and finally, a tall female figure walked out of it. She wore a tight black dress that showed off her curvy, mature figure. Lister knew her... or rather, should have known her. 'The Sinful Dragon Demon Lord, Priscilla' "Did you really mean it when you said you'd choose monster girls?" "...I wonder if the mighty Demon Lord has decided to grace me with a heart-to-heart in this cozy little prison." "As expected of the mastermind who single-handedly helped that incompetent woman to the throne. Even now you have the energy to crack jokes?" "You flatter me. I think it's quite humanistic for a Demon Lord who has children for breakfast, lunch, and dinner to chat with a dying man in prison." "Tsk, getting upset over a little teasing already?" "Sigh, alright, I don't have much time either. Let me get to the point with you. What are you still waiting for here, waiting to die?" "I don't know, maybe waiting for a female Demon Lord to come swoop in and save me?" "You know Aurola has abandoned you. What are you still hoping for?" "...So what does this have to do with the Demon Lord? We only have a very shallow cooperative relationship; I don't think it matters if I die or not." "Of course it does." Priscilla smiled and pressed the blunt end of her dragon horn against his forehead. "Because I want you, but I'm different from Aurola. What she gave you, I can give. What she couldn't give you, I can also give. Didn't you want to choose monster girls? In the Demon Capital, there are all kinds of monster girls. You can pick whichever you like." "Then, are there fluffy and warm ones?" "...I think the ones with hard scales and slender, elegant physiques are not bad either." "Ahem, I digress." "Anyway, I understand you better than you think. As long as you come with me to the Demon Capital, I will satisfy your everything within my power. As long as you promise me one thing..." "I know." Lister picked up where Priscilla left off, smiling back at her. "You want me, right?" "What a smarty~. So, you agree?" "Mm. I'll go with you." 'And come on, it's fluffy monster girls' 'I can't refuse.'

One day, a colossal meteorite struck the Earth, triggering a series of cataclysms. While humans were just beginning their process of recovery and planet reconstruction, an unknown energy began to spread across the Earth. Trees grew larger, animals became more powerful, threatening the survival of humankind. Fortunately, humans did not remain passive; they evolved as well, harnessing this energy to increase their own power. Among them, some received a gift from the universe from birth: a plane seed. Over time, as the Earth expanded, the rate of plane seeds among humans continued to rise, to the extent that almost every human possessed one. A new chapter in human history unfolded, with gods as the backbone of society. Some people will call it a new dawn; the dawn of the gods, Anonymous, May 28, 81395. (english is not my birth language, so there might be some faults in the traduction)

In the sprawling skyline of the world’s most powerful cities, one name commanded respect and fear in equal measure: Trinity Solaris. The founder and CEO of the Shield Group, Trinity wasn’t born into privilege. Her rise to the top was forged through sheer brilliance, relentless ambition, and a vision so grand that even her harshest critics couldn’t deny her genius. At just six years old, Trinity had laid the foundation of her empire. By twenty, she had built the Shield Group into a global conglomerate that dominated industries from renewable energy to cutting-edge technology. The world saw her as a symbol of perfection: a woman of unparalleled beauty, intellect, and power. But beneath the composed exterior was a sharp mind that never rested. Trinity was more than a businesswoman—she was a force of nature, unyielding and unapologetic in her pursuit of greatness. Her ambition wasn’t limited to wealth or corporate dominance. No, Trinity had a far grander vision. She wanted it all: power, influence, and the loyalty of those who mattered. But not just anyone. Trinity sought allies and companions who matched her strength, intelligence, and determination—women who would stand by her side as she reshaped the world. And then, there was Adrian Fury. A man whose ego far outweighed his accomplishments, Adrian fancied himself a domineering figure in the corporate world. He thrived on outdated tactics, shallow connections, and the illusion of power. For years, he had been a thorn in Trinity’s side, attempting to undermine her empire while collecting a harem of influential women through charm and manipulation. Trinity had tolerated his antics—until now. She didn’t just want to defeat Adrian Fury. She wanted to dismantle him, strip away every illusion of power he clung to, and claim everything he valued. When Trinity stepped onto the stage of the grand hall at Solaria Plaza, she didn’t know that her journey was about to take a dramatic turn. She was already a master of her domain, but the activation of a mysterious system—a tool that would elevate her to unimaginable heights—would transform her ambitions into destiny. The Domineering Female CEO System had one simple goal: to turn Trinity Solaris into a legend. A woman whose name would echo through the ages, whose power would eclipse all others, and whose harem would outshine even the most ambitious fantasies of Adrian Fury. This is the story of Trinity Solaris, the woman who would rewrite the rules, humiliate the so-called male protagonist, and rise as the true queen of the corporate world. Read advanced chapters on my patreon today. patreon.com/everstone

[A god is a paradox.] This is the theme of the novel, [Hero's Downfall], which Arcine wrote for funsies and laughs. The novel was a piece of satire as glorious as it was horrendous, with shallow characters, petty squabbles, and black-and-white villains and heroes. There was no depth whatsoever. And yet people kept reading until the very end, bound by the idea that the entire novel was a big joke. Life would make a similar joke on our trash author Arcine. Plagued by three different types of cancer, paralyzed from the waist down, and suffering from severe mental degradation at a young age, it was as if everything he had written was being thrown back at him. His suffering would continue even after his death. In a new life. Inside his garbage-tier novel.

What is the purpose of a man who continuesly waste his life on fiction? Dreaming that one day he would be reincarnated into a fantasy world. However, the man's prayers were never answered, ultimately leading to his death. When the man thought he was finally in the afterlife, he heard a voice. "Congratulations, it's a baby boy!" Begining his new journey.