Dry Hump Porm

The Silverston Empire teeters on the edge of ruin. A foolish emperor and his reckless sons cling to power, while the nobility, consumed by greed and ambition, bleed the empire dry. The people live in crushing poverty, women are silenced by systemic oppression, and magic—once a source of wonder—has been branded as sin. The ancient dragons, symbols of balance and strength, are no more, leaving the land vulnerable and fractured. All hope rests on the Alcons, a forgotten bastion of power. Its guardians? Six princesses, dismissed as spoiled and unfit for anything beyond luxury. But beneath the silks and jewels lie secrets and strengths even they do not fully understand. In a world spiraling into darkness, can these unlikely heroines rise to reclaim their empire and restore the balance?

Xu Tianran reincarnated into a world of Immortal Great Dao Sects, Heavenly Tribulations, and ancient monsters lurking in the shadows. But unlike others chasing glory or destiny, Xu Tianran came prepared — with a system he himself designed before reincarnation. Neither a righteous hero nor a ruthless villain, he only seeks one thing: absolute power to control his own fate. Whatever helps him survive is good — whatever threatens his path is evil. With a system that devours, severs, and conceals, Xu Tianran always stays ten steps ahead. While other disciples rush into forbidden zones to seek fortune, his hidden clones already farmed them dry. While others fight for sect rankings, he quietly erases his presence, avoiding both fame and calamity. In a world where strength is king, caution might just be the ultimate Dao. If Immortal Cultivation is a game, then Xu Tianran is playing on nightmare mode — and so far, he hasn’t lost a single life. ⤠⤚⤙⤝⤛⤠⤚⤙⤝⤛⤠⤚⤙⤝⤛ ⤠⤚⤙⤝⤛⤠⤚⤙⤝⤛⤠⤚⤙⤝⤛ Tags: Cultivation, System, Scheming Protagonist, Clone Army, Hidden Power, Power Progression, Anti-Hero MC, No Harem, Smart MC, Immortal Sects, Treasures & Traps, Cautious Protagonist, Dao & Laws, Betrayal, Ancient Secrets, Sect Politics, Dark Humor

James was a hustler who'd succeeded in retiring early, only for the pandemic to ruin all of his plans. He spent two years locked up inside playing video games and watching movies, only to be spiritually abducted just as the situation started improving. Now his name is Jin and he's a part of the Illusion Room Sect. A cultivation sect that creates scenarios for combat-focused cultivators to hone their skills. In other words, fully immersive video games. Will the gaming knowledge of his past life help him succeed in such a cut-throat world? Will he manage to break his two-year pandemic induced dry-spell? And most importantly, will he ever manage to surpass the rank of cannon fodder?

Yang Qing sighed as he gazed upon the black building that stood tall piercing the skies above with an inviolable aura around it. "The Order sure is black-hearted," he angrily thought as he made his way into the building begrudgingly. The building could be considered his home away from home and a source of endless grief for him due to its unforgiving working hours. The building housed the courtrooms of the Cultivation Order Society, an organization founded to maintain a semblance of order in the ruthless cultivation world of the southern continent who if left to their own devices would sink the whole continent to the ground. Due to how impetuous cultivators were, the cases never stopped. "Yi Jie, what do we have today?" "Two cultivators at the palace realm fought over a treasure and destroyed half of the territory of the blue deer kingdom in their fight, A rogue cultivator is suing the owner of the falling meteor blacksmith shop for selling him a faulty saber that keeps attracting lightning tribulations. A cultivator suffering from pill poisoning is blaming it on the white hilltop restaurant as he suspects they are feeding their spirit beasts pills to make them bigger and fatter. And the last case is 500 families are suing a cultivator by the name of Ren Fu for being negligent as a husband and a father whilst also pilfering their resources dry as he moves from place to place.," Awkward silence ensues........... Join me as we follow Yang Qing in his role as a judge in the Cultivation Order Society with cases and troubles that never seem to end. Fair warning the story has multiple POVs. Re-edited chapter (50/50) Second milestone (59/150) All support matters whether it's power stones, comments, reviews, golden tickets, subscriptions, or those who buy privilege chapters or even lurking readers..I welcome all your support in whatever format it comes in and I thank you for it, It really does mean a lot, especially to rookie authors like myself.

【Exhilarating】【New Ultimate Path Plus Points】【Dry Humor】 The world plummets; who shall uphold the heavens? Demons spawn from earth and sky, the Taoist stands valiant and resolute. I am Yi Chen, 'Chen' as in dust, styled Yi Chengzi, eighteen years old, fearful of violent evil spirits, fond of making money. With a cold heart and ruthless hands, he transmigrated to a bizarre world where goblins and malevolent spirits dwell, becoming the eldest senior brother of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion, and as his master lay dying, he entrusted Yi Chengzi with the duty to uphold the path of benevolence and righteousness, to take good care of his younger Taoist brothers; he promised he would. However, his understanding of the path of benevolence and righteousness differed slightly from that of his master. What is benevolence? Slicing evil men and ghosts in half is benevolence. What is righteousness? Smashing the heads of evil men and ghosts into their chests completes righteousness. After his master's death, unable to awaken 'spiritual essence' for cultivation, he set upon an unorthodox path of cultivation with the help of the Golden Finger. Facing the wolves eager for a fight after his master's demise, he struck with heavy fists, understanding the true essence of righteousness. Confronting the malevolent spirits that stood in his way, he naturally reformed them with the iron fists of love. He slew demons, exorcised evil, and tested his sword against various spiritual cultivators, enjoying the landscapes of the world. When he reached the summit and looked around, he was shocked to find that demons were but minor afflictions and that this land and sky were falling... A millennium-long scheme, an eternal enigma, slowly unveiled itself. Strange, it has arrived, and it does not die or perish. Witnessing this scene, Yi Chen laughed. Even the malevolent dogs passing by his Taoist abode had to endure a couple of slaps; how dare someone be so disrespectful to him? Yi Taoist stomped one foot and soared into the heavens! The onlookers exclaimed in shock, "Taoist, stop fighting, the great 'Dao' is nearly worn away!"

3000 years after his disappearance, Xue An had undergone cultivation and came back as an invincible fairy. But upon his return to Earth, he realised that he had a pair of twin daughters. “Papa, this dragon doesn’t taste good!” “Oh, this must be an ancestor-grade dragon that has lived for much too long. Its meat has become a little dry. Next time, we shall eat a young dragon within ten thousand years of age.” Some dragon that had existed since the beginning of the universe was lying on the floor, trembling and shivering. “Papa, between you and the other Immortal-emperor mannies, who is more powerful?” Xue An smiled. There was not a single soul that could withstand even just one blow from him. If there was! That would at most be two! “My dear daughters, I will make you girls the happiest princesses in this whole, wide world. No, in this whole universe! And it’s the two of you!”

Beep Beep An unfamiliar mechanical sound wakes him up. The silvery orb appears under his almond-shaped eyes. His irish gleam in warm light streaming into the hospital room through the big window. "Ugh" The boy with a thin body, felt a little dizzy as he regain consciousness. His obsidian hair looks a bit messy after being unconscious for three months hospitality. But the one who'd just come out of the coma only felt it's only a split second after his heart stabbed by icy-cold sword. Wait, I'm still alive? As he began to realise that he was still alive, Yue Lian's hand reached to his left chest. Badump The sound of the heartbeat on his chest made him hard to believe. This is unbelievable! Yue Lian began to recall the moment he died. He still remembers vividly, how the sword pierced his heart. A mouthful of blood spurted out from his grayish-dry lips. Although the man face covered with blood and looks like a living corpse with pale bluish skin, but this cannot hide the remaining beauty on his face. It can be said that his face is soft, but not overly delicate, and at the same time exudes an unknown misty allure that would make even a god envious. As the crimson red sky emitting huge orange flame, Yue Lian looks up. His silver orb eyes tremble slightly looking at familliar face. After a moment of silence, he laughs out loud as if his heart had never been stabbed to begin with. "■■■" "■■■" He knew they had a conversation about something at that time, but he didn't know what was said. But even if he can't recall what was he said, he can still feel the deep of sadness in his chest. As if his heart was broken not by other party's sword, but by some unknown reason. Yue Lian tries to recall his memories, but they remain the same. It is as if a mysterious mist blocked half of his memories. And after his death, his soul was somehow trapped in Yue Mian's body. Yue Lian adjusts his thoughts, as he can roughly guess what happened in the past. In his previous life, Yue Lian was once a supreme God who managed the worlds with two other supreme gods. He is the God of Death, who controls the death of mortals, demons, cultivators, or even gods. Because of this power, he's made another god fear and envy him. After remembering his background in his previous life, he was sure that the one who killed him was one of the other two supreme god or even both. He still not sure if the two of supreme god join forces to killed him "Uhm, may I know who are you?" The middle-aged man trembled at his son's polite gesture, as if he was unfamiliar with them. "Don't joke around! I don't know what game you're playing, but I'm different from your father. I won't fall for your tricks, kid." "Father, please don't said that! Mian-mian already in coma for 3 months! How can it be fake?!" "You fool! This is not the first time this brat done this kind of ridiculous ploy" After the conversation between father and son, which was more of a debate, Yue Lian was sure that the original owner was a troublemaker who often played tricks on his family. But still, it's impossible for human personality to be that superficial, isn't it? Like a fire that cannot burn without smoke. Yue Lian still needs to investigate the reason why his soul didn't go to the reincarnation circle, but was sucked into Mian-mian's body instead.

HEED MY ADVICE, TO ALL WHO WILL LISTEN, THE FURY OF A WOMAN WHO LIVES ON REVENGE, EVEN IN THE FACE OF DEATH, IS A RECKONING THAT SPARES NO ONE. The Dukedom Heiress Luella Van-Rensselaer thought that by doing everything her family needed, she would have the beautiful and loving family she had always wanted. However, she ends up getting betrayed by her own twin sister and her fiancé. Having gotten fed up with her family and how badly they had put her through, Luella wishes for death, which her sister gives to her as she ends up dying in the hands of her sister and fiancé. Finally, finding the peace she had always wanted, she wakes up to when she was eighteen (18) years old as the funeral service of her father. And now filled with nothing but rage and memories of her past, she now aims to destroy the entire dukedom with its name. The Van-Rensselaer dukedom will end WITH her and BY her. ~+~ A MAN WHO LOVES HIS WOMAN WITH NO POWER OR WEALTH IS NOTHING BUT A DREAMER; BUT A MAN WHO LOVES HIS WOMAN WITH POWER AND WEALTH IS A PROTECTOR, WORTHY TO BE BY HER SIDE. And that was what Grand Duke Ozed Rhinelander was. A man who went to war for his woman, accumulated wealth for his woman, lives for his woman. And he would kill for his woman. When Luella decides to take revenge on her family, she goes to one person she fully trusts. ~+~ ~Fragment~ "Do you want this?" His voice was low, almost a growl, but there was a hint of something else beneath — something that made her heart skip a beat. She swallowed hard, her throat dry. The question hung in the air between them, heavy and tangible. "I… I don't know," She finally answered, her voice barely above a whisper. His lips curled into a smirk, a slow, dangerous smile that sent shivers down her spine. "Liar" he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through her. "You want this. You want me." She opened her mouth to protest, to deny it, but he didn't give her a chance. His hand shot out, gripping her chin roughly, forcing her to look up at him. "Do you want me to prove it?" He asked, his voice dripping with challenge. ~+~ Tags: #Revenge #Strongfemalelead, #norape, #reincarnation, #Fakeidentity, #EdwardianEra, #VampireRomance #Smut #Supernaturalpowers #magic #darkfantasy #long-distance pining (The main characters are aware of each other's feelings but can't be physically be together yet. IN THE BEGINNING CHAPTERS). ~+~ Cover is mine. DO NOT USE ____ @AR

In a shattered world where ancient dungeons emit magic energy, powerful warlords vie for dominance, and the air crackles with old curses, Xiaoya Feng walks a treacherous line between destruction and godhood. Orphaned at the age of twelve when mercenaries burned her village, Xiaoya holds on to two legacies from her dying mother: a jade pendant in the form of a crescent moon that reminds her to survive at all costs. . . . Xiaoya (age 15); "Mama, please get up! We have to run!" Her small hands shake as she presses on the wound in her mother's chest, the warm stickiness spreading through her fingers. The earth shakes; Another explosion? Mercenaries? Demons? She didn't look. Li Feng choked her blood. "Listen… Xiao-ya. The strong… they do not triumph. The clever do. You… survive. Promise me." A cough cuts into her words. Blood splatters across Xiaoya's cheeks. Xiaoya Feng Cried. "I-I'll carry you! There's a healer in the next valley—" "No." Li Feng's fingers wrap around Xiaoya's wrist, cold as winter steel. "Take the pendant. Hide it. Let them see you as weak… until you strike back." The jade glimmers in the firelight, its edges razor-sharp enough to draw blood. Xiaoya's tears dry upon contact with the burned earth. Li Feng whispered in a low voice. "Live. Not just… survive. Live. Find joy. Promise—" The hand goes slack as she dies. Far away, a man laughs which was like a deep, greasy sound as footsteps close in on the hut. Xiaoya Feng didn't not moved. She does not breathe. Her mother's eyes look past her, and flames dance in them like wicked spirits. 'Survive.' She threads the pendant's chain around her neck. It burns her skin. 'Live.' A shadow falls in the doorway: a mercenary captain, his armor shining with borrowed trinkets. Xiaoya does not beg or scream. She looks him in the eye and allows her voice to shake, becoming the frightened child she is meant to be. Xiaoya Feng whispered. "P-please… don't hurt me." The captain smiles broadly, sheathing his sword. "Aww, little rabbit. I'll make it qui-" Her fingers wrap around the dagger concealed in her mother's sash. Strike! Present Day (Whispered Memory): Xiaoya touches the pendant at her throat, its edge still sharp. Survive. Live. These orders war within her heart as she gazes into the emptiness of a dungeon, its darkness resonating with promises of power… and destruction. "Ordinary," she says as she readjusted her herb-gatherer's cloak. "Just an ordinary day." The lie burns like ashes. But lies, like daggers, cut the deepest when they go unnoticed. -- P.S - Romance? I don't think I will add this element but if I do then not much... Romance isn't my first priority.

Azamir Ternum was stuck early in life at a young age, his father contracted the Vrax plague while on leave of his deployment and his mother took over the family support in his father's declining health. Left with few options to make a living after his father's pension and state loan funds suddenly drying up he is forced to make a decision that will unknowingly put him at the center of planetary strife. He must use his wits, charm, and a bit of sheer luck just to survive life on his own.

Life in the City changes like the wind moving through its skyscrapers; you start your morning with a cuppa Joe at your favorite café, and end your night in a bloody shootout with a bunch of gangsters. You never know what you're gonna get when you open your eyes every day. Roger knew this, which is why he tried to commit his life to one of the mundane. All he needed was a little bit more stirring in the quicksand to finally get onto dry land, and he could finally put his work behind him for good. Maria, a shark in a sea of sharks, fights her own battles as she tries to secure a seat on the corporate elevator, maybe drawing too much attention to herself in her hunger. If you live in the City, you adapt. Or you die.

Born of a forbidden union, a god named Matrix found his destiny intertwined with the greatest war the realms had ever known. When the battle finally subsided, an unexpected burden fell upon him: the mantle of World King. He ruled with grim resolve, balancing order and sacrifice, his hands forever stained with the ichor of fallen gods. But even this hard-won peace was fragile. From the depths of Oblivion, a monstrous horde, imprisoned by his father's desperate act, clawed its way free, threatening to unravel all he had built. Against this encroaching darkness, Matrix stood defiant, but as a god without allies, his crusade seemed doomed from the start. Or so fate decreed. As defeat loomed, a hidden anomaly revealed itself: a tear in the fabric of time, offering a desperate escape through transmigration. Yet such power comes with a terrible price. How long can a god endure such trials? When will he succumb to despair, to the very darkness he seeks to vanquish? Will he shatter under the strain, becoming a harbinger of annihilation across the realms? Or might he, against all prophecy, find a spark of hope within the abyss and rise anew? * "Tell me what you saw," Matrix commanded, his voice edged with a desperate impatience. The Oracle chuckled, a dry, rustling sound that seemed to emanate from the very bones of the earth. A tremor ran through Se'mudara, prickling the skin on her arms. "I see dead people,"

What would you give for what your soul craves? Would you sever an arm to strike a knave? For but a drop upon your dry tongue, what would you trade? Otto, a hunter rotted in rave, Longs for joy, even with ashen chains collar his will. he is a slave … yet time will rust both chains and will..

Alex Lavaigne is the second prince with a thirst for adventure but his social life is a little bit…dry. One day coming back from his (forced) engagement party he encounters a handsome bunny “cosplayer” with a few tricks up his sleeves. Will he follow the handsome bunny or will he be forced to participate in his never ending game?

"Only in the chaos of war, will we thrive in bodies of steel..." In a future where humanity traded flesh for silicon salvation, the POLARIS archive was meant to be eternity—a digital Eden where war-torn souls fused into a timeless collective consciousness. But eternity, it turns out, has a glitch. By 135 ACE, whispers ripple through the void: entire sectors of POLARIS are going dark. Energy reserves bleed dry. Data streams fracture into echoes of their former selves. The survivors—now more code than human—splinter into warring factions, scavenging the corpse of the physical world through hulking VANGUARDs, ancient machines that once terraformed dead worlds. In this decaying paradox of unity and chaos, survival belongs to those who manipulate the shadows… Kagiro thrives in those shadows. A broker of secrets and stolen energy, he trades in the desperation of others, weaving alliances with mercenary AIs and data-pirates. His endgame? To claw his way to the heart of POLARIS, where the last flicker of power lies hidden. But ambition blinds him to the cyan-haired specter on his trail—a girl forged from the archive’s collapse, armed with a vendetta no algorithm can predict. She knows what broke POLARIS. She knows what Kagiro wants. And she’ll burn every sector to ash to bury the truth. =========================================== Cover Artist Credit: KU P.S: This is my first story so please be patient. Criticisms and feedbacks are all welcomed, but please be constructive and well reasoned. This novel will also be posted on Scribble Hub.

"And so here we are again, did you learn anything? Was this the dance you were looking for, No? Let us continue then, the day when we walk to the pier is yet to come. That grand symphony of loss and pain is just a lighthouse, you know when you walk it rises, so get up the story is yet to fall after all no one wishes to be alone in the end. Don't worry; I'll be your dance partner this time and encourage you forward every step of the way. So, as actors, burn till nothing is left, and listen with your heart to my audience. May we go off with dry tears so our finale can be broken with our own hands!"

The moonlight spilled through the canopy of the dark forest, casting an eerie glow on the man lounging against an ancient tree. Morris was impossibly handsome—too handsome to be real. His sharp jawline, framed by tousled black hair, was shadowed by the flicker of firelight in his golden eyes. He swirled a goblet of wine lazily in his hand, his lips curved into a devilish smirk. Elowen froze, captivated. He looked like a prince from a forbidden story, but something in the air warned her he was no mortal. “Lost, little lamb?” His voice was velvet, dark and smooth, wrapping around her like a spell. “I was...just—” she stammered, but he stood in one fluid motion, closing the distance between them. “Just wandering into my domain,” he interrupted, his tone teasing yet dangerous. “How bold of you.” His gaze raked over her, and her heart pounded under the weight of his attention. “You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured, stepping closer until she could feel the heat radiating from him. “Do you know who I am?” She shook her head, her throat dry. “I am Morris,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, seductive growl. “The devil. The one your kingdom fears, the one your priests curse. And now,” he leaned in, his golden eyes glowing like embers, “you’ve wandered straight into my hands.” The shadows around him seemed to ripple with his amusement as a smirk played on his lips. He extended a hand, his voice both a command and an invitation. “Come closer, Elowen. Let me show you what happens when innocence meets the devil.”

In the quiet town of Eldridge, where stories of old lingered like rain on dry earth, lived a boy named Nathaniel. At just twenty years old, he was not an ordinary teenager; he had a deep curiosity about the unseen world—the spirits and energies that lay just beyond what we can see. Many nights, he would lie under the stars, thinking about life’s mysteries, the ideas of good and evil, and the balance between light and dark. One evening, as night fell over Eldridge, Nathaniel wandered into the woods that bordered his town. The trees stood tall and ancient, their twisted branches reaching for the sky. He often found peace in this natural space, where the rustling leaves shared secrets and the cool breeze took away his worries. But on this night, a strange energy filled the air—a tension that made him uneasy. As he walked deeper into the forest, Nathaniel came upon a clearing glowing with an eerie light. In the center stood a figure wrapped in shadows, its shape shifting like smoke. The air buzzed with energy, and Nathaniel’s heart raced with fear and curiosity. He had read about spirits that could grant wishes or give power at a price but never thought he would meet one. "Welcome, young seeker," the figure said in a soft voice that slipped into Nathaniel's mind. "I am Zareth, a being tied to realms beyond your understanding. I have watched you closely, sensing your desire for knowledge and power." Nathaniel stood still, captivated by the figure's presence. "What do you want from me?" he asked softly. Zareth laughed, a sound both charming and chilling. "I offer you a pact—a deal that will give you great power for seventy years. You can shape your future, command forces beyond your dreams, and influence those around you. In return, when the time comes, I will claim what is mine: your body and soul." The weight of Zareth's words pressed down on Nathaniel. The thought of having power was thrilling; he pictured himself as someone important—a hero or even a ruler. But deep inside, doubt crept in. Could he trust this shadowy figure? What did it mean to trade his soul for power? Sensing his hesitation, Zareth leaned closer, his form swirling around Nathaniel. "You want knowledge, don’t you? You wish to understand the world? With my gift, you will unlock secrets hidden from mortal eyes. You will be admired and feared." The promise stirred something within Nathaniel—a tempting call that echoed in his heart. He imagined standing tall, commanding storms and bending fate to his will. The fear of losing himself felt distant compared to the excitement of potential. With a mix of fear and excitement, Nathaniel reached out to Zareth. "I accept your offer," he said, sealing his fate with those words. As their hands touched, an electric shock ran through Nathaniel’s body, igniting every nerve with raw energy. A dark symbol appeared on his palm—a mark binding him to Zareth’s will. In that moment, Nathaniel gained power but also became vulnerable; he had traded his future for fleeting desires.

When a genius strategist’s forbidden obsession with her equally lethal partner collides with a deadly game of empires, their love becomes a double-edged sword—sharp enough to rewrite the world, or bleed them dry.

After killing his closest one, the Elite of Light, the Elite of Darkness is left alone in a shattered world. Once part of the Elite 7, he now walks a path of isolation, haunted by his actions, as the remnants of the elite cling to fading hopes. The scars he bares with the maps of battle won and lost and through the road may bleed him dry, he reaches out yearning to grasp the hand of someone who can carry the future forward. Guided by the sorrow-laden whispers of his fallen friends. A tale of unmatched power, yet powerless to save; a chronicle of lives lost beyond the grasp.

It is the year 2027, and mankind's greatest RPG game 'Sekai' was released with over half the world's population on the market trying to buy it. Stocks run dry, and Kamisato Daiki a worker in the company gets one of the first-hand copies by stealing it. During a game night, Daiki falls ill and rests in his bed. The computer was still open all this time having the game online. The next morning, neighbours rush into Daiki's apartment. The door was wide open, a robbery perhaps the neighbours thought. All they could see was Daiki's dead body. The scene was investigated and the computer was taken into custody. Little did they know, Daiki's soul was now stuck in the game world of 'Sekai'.

Xu Yinyin's last memory was the blaring sound of her phone alarm. She had been working late into the night, drowning in financial reports and endless deadlines. A single moment of dizziness, a sharp pain in her chest, and then… darkness. When she opens her eyes, she is no longer in her modern high-rise apartment but in a **tiny, dimly lit room** that smells of damp straw and mildew. The air is thin and cold, and her body feels incredibly weak, as if she hasn't eaten in days. Her gaze lands on the cracked ceiling, the wooden beams above her looking fragile, as if they could collapse at any moment. Her body aches, and when she moves her hands, she feels her own **bony fingers**—thin, fragile, with calluses that don’t belong to her. Her throat is dry. Her stomach twists in hunger. **"Where… am I?"** She struggles to sit up, only to feel sharp pain radiating from her limbs. Her wrists are marked with old scars, faint traces of bruises scattered across her arms. The shabby quilt covering her is thin, barely providing warmth. A sense of unease grips her. Then, memories **flood** her mind. Her name is no longer Xu Yinyin. She is now **Su Wan**, a nineteen-year-old orphan in a poverty-stricken village in 1960s China. Her parents passed away early, leaving her at the mercy of her uncle’s family. Instead of caring for her, they treated her as an unwanted burden—a servant who worked from dawn to dusk with barely enough food to survive. Just yesterday, the original Su Wan had collapsed from exhaustion while carrying heavy buckets of water from the river. No one helped her. No one cared. She had been left in this tiny storage room to either wake up or die. The realization makes her shudder. Before she can process more, a cold, mechanical voice **echoes in her mind.** **[Host detected. Survival Space System initializing.]** A translucent blue screen appears before her. ### **Inventory:** ✔ **Fresh vegetables, rice, and flour** ✔ **Bottled clean water** ✔ **A first-aid kit with modern medicine** ✔ **Basic survival tools like a knife and matches** Su Wan's eyes widen. **"A cheat system?!"** She instinctively selects a loaf of bread. The next moment, a **warm, soft bun appears in her hand.** The scent of freshly baked bread fills the air. Her stomach growls. With trembling hands, she **takes a bite**—the fluffy warmth melting on her tongue, sending an almost overwhelming sensation of relief through her starved body. Warmth spreads through her, chasing away the biting cold. Her eyes flicker with determination. **"I have a second chance. I won’t let anyone trample on me again!! "

When every news outlet published reports on a certain rising star having a daughter out of wedlock, Song Qianming's personal image crumbled, despite his positive work attitude and constantly striving to improve himself. However, while the public was eagerly awaiting his downfall, they suddenly found out that the father-daughter pair were something else! When they took part in a variety show that left them in the wilderness, the daughter's luck proved extraordinary, allowing them to gather whatever resources they needed. Even the antis were left fuming and ranting that Song Qianming was useless, yet had somehow landed such an amazing daughter! Antis: Come on, sweetie! Your daddy is a fossil, come to Mommy! Baby: My daddy is a superb actor, and is unmatched in horse-riding and archery! Also, everyone should be learning his calligraphy instead! I'm not leaving, but I can bring a mommy home. The fossil flashed a tsundere smile. The baby could only belong to his family because he was the best daddy she could get! But why was she trying to get him a wife too? Thoughtful antis: Can we still be baby's mommy if we used to flame Song Qianming?***Song Qianming was the prince of an old dynasty. After usurping his brother to claim the throne, he was living carefreely, passing his time with operas and bird-watching. One day, he transmigrated to an unfamiliar era, where blackhearted companies squeezed him dry for any penny he had, and he had barely any savings. Still, the sight of his smart and adorable daughter made him work hard again... It was just being a celebrity. Was it any more difficult than eluding assassination attempts and usurping his brother?

Accidentally becoming a terrorist wasn't on my college bucket list, but here we are. One anonymous post, a bit of dry ice, and a suspiciously trusting browser later, I'm the government's newest "criminal mastermind." Spoiler: I'm just a broke student who failed 11th grade. Now the internet thinks I'm Moriarty's long-lost cousin, my parents are questioning my life choices, and I'm starting to wonder if Nietzsche was onto something about chaos and power. It's not easy juggling tuition, intrusive thoughts, and a reputation I didn't mean to build-but hey, at least I'm trending! If you've ever thought "This can't get worse" and life said "Hold my coffee," welcome to my world.

"I'm only going to ask you this once, so you better tell me the fucking truth." She tenses up. "A-About what?" "Did you fuck someone else?" Frozen in place, my mouth goes dry, and I have a hard time forming words. I'm not sure how he found out, but I'm scared to move. I just had his cock in my mouth and now I'm being questioned about sleeping with Dimitri. Every time we get to a point where we aren't arguing, something else brings us right back to square one. ********************************************************** 25 year old Sienna Williams hooks up with a handsome stranger. As a result of her time with the charming stranger, she later gives birth to a son. It isn't until she learns he's the leader of a Mafia that her entire world is completely flipped upside down. 27 year old Tristan Lucci hooks up with a beautiful stranger. As a result of his time with the enchanting stranger, he finds himself needing to have her. So he tracks her down. It isn't until he learns that he's a father that his entire world is completely flipped upside down. **** All it takes is one time to create a life. And all it took was one life to bring two people together. But can that life keep them together, despite being a part of two completely different worlds?

**His eyes were sharp, filled with anger. "What. The. Hell," he said, each word dripping with barely controlled rage. "Who are you, and what did you do?" Lily blinked, her mouth dry. "I—I didn’t do anything!" she stammered, finally finding her voice, though it wavered. "I don’t even know how I got here. I swear, I didn’t—" Logan cut her off, his expression darkening further. "You expect me to believe that? That you just happened to end up in my bed?"** Lily’s life was turned upside down when she woke up in the bed of Logan Carter, her billionaire boss she’d been secretly drooling over for months. One minute she was attending a high-society event as a last-minute invitee, and the next, she was tangled in bed with the guy she thought was untouchable. It turns out, Logan’s sister Bianca, who thought it’d be fun to play matchmaker, spiked her drink and tossed her into a whirlwind she wasn’t ready for. Logan’s reaction was pure fury. He flipped out, accusing Lily of drugging him (which she hadn’t), and kicked her out of his house in disgrace. But the drama didn’t end there. Lily’s life took another wild turn when she found out she wasn’t just an unwelcome guest; she was a scandalous headline. Logan’s family was furious, and suddenly, she’s the target of every socialite’s scorn, especially since she’s now the wife of the most eligible bachelor in town. Despite Logan’s intense dislike for her, his business and family demands forced him into a quick marriage with Lily. And so, Lily’s new job wasn’t just to navigate the treacherous waters of high society; it was to tame Logan, the nation’s hot headed mess of a husband. Lily found herself fighting not only for her place in Logan’s life but also for her right to be recognized and respected among the elite.

In the realm of Elyria, where the sun dips into the horizon and paints the sky with hues of crimson and gold, the land is dying. The once-lush forests are withering away, the rivers are drying up, and the creatures of the realm are fleeing in search of a new home. Amidst this chaos, a young apprentice named Eira discovers a ancient prophecy that speaks of a chosen one, destined to save Elyria from destruction. Believing herself to be the chosen one, Eira sets out on a perilous journey to unite the fragmented realms of Elyria and restore the land to its former glory. Along the way, she meets a motley crew of allies, each with their own unique skills and abilities. There's Arin, the cunning thief with a heart of gold; Lila, the wild and fierce warrior-mage; and Jax, the charming rogue with a talent for getting out of tight spots. Together, they brave treacherous landscapes, battle fearsome creatures, and solve ancient puzzles, all in the hopes of reaching the fabled Eldrid Tree, the source of Elyria's magic. But they're not the only ones searching for the Eldrid Tree. A dark sorcerer, Malakai, seeks to claim the tree's power for himself and rule over Elyria with an iron fist. As Eira and her companions draw closer to their goal, they realize that the fate of Elyria hangs in the balance. Will they be able to overcome their differences and work together to save the realm, or will Malakai's darkness consume everything in its path?.

“Let’s make things right now, shall we?” An otaku, socially awkward, 20 years old Airi Shin, was peacefully living her university life, without a hitch. Until her life changed overnight, as she faced an accident on Christmas by a white car running over her. Soon the light before her eyes started to fade away. But when she woke up, she found herself somewhere she wasn’t supposed to be. While she was wondering when and how she landed up there, a man came to her, offering her a chance. To make everything right where it went wrong, and change her fate. Getting to know her entire situation, she met new people, some new situations, and some new feelings bloomed. —————— “That guy is a threat to her, and I will do anything to prevent them from meeting, even if they are fated, to protect her smile,” Ryo swore to himself, while seeing a bright smile on Airi’s face. —————— “I know it might be rude of me now, but can I be your acquaintance once again?” Carter expectantly asked Airi, when the bright moonlight poured over her, making her the most beautiful in the world. —————— “Get the hell out of my sight! Get out! You should’ve been dead all along!” Airi was never bothered by any harsh words, and Shiro was no one to her. Yet somehow, him saying all of this while looking at her with hatred, pierced her heart so badly that she couldn’t stop the tears rolling down her eyes. —————— “I won’t let your lifetimes be filled in despair ever again, I will help you to resolve your regrets in every lifetime, so can it be me?” eyes filled with emotions, Ryo said it to her. And there is this voice, which keeps ringing in her head. A voice so deep, pleading to her every time on her deathbed. “Don’t go! Don’t die on me again!” “I don’t deserve to be by his side, but I want to… and it hurts…” Airi broke into tears, while nature was also harmonizing with her, pouring rain. So many loose ends to tie, so many regrets to resolve. Amidst all of this, will Airi be able to make her life better? Will she be able to deal with the unknown yet oddly familiar events unfolding before her? In between all of this, will their love really bloom? Or it will dry out before that, and fade away in the pages of their lives? —————— Yosh, y'all! This is my very first attempt to write something down. And it’s totally my imaginary world, where I used a tid-bits of reality, so if anything hurts or triggers you, allow me to let you know that whatever I did here, totally for the sake of my story, and of course no harm intended. Caution alert! There are multiple male leads, but who would be the main lead that is the question! Say it love triangle, rectangle, pentangle, whatever you fit ;-; *The cover photo is something I found and edited according to my choice and preferences, so definitely credits to the rightful owner!* Join my discord: https://discord.gg/22JepJWX4D IG: @namcandy101 FB: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100073239561050 (Search Nam Candy)

Nearing the end of the 21st century humanity was on its last legs. Natural resources have been exhausted and the population has grown out of control. With no rescue in sight, humanity turned toward the 6 Gods. Could these 6 Gods that have been absent for century's really save them? Was humanity abandoned and forced to stay on their drying planet? These questions were believed to be true until a handful of humans were given the opportunity to give their race a 2nd chance. Brought to a new world of monsters and magical-type phenomenons, could these humans survive long enough to restore their race to it's former glory? Shin was an everyday middle school students with small dreams for his future. However, his life is flipped upside-down after receiving a message from one of the Gods.

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