Muse Clinic Seoul

In a world where strength reigns supreme, Ghaz'Rok, once the renowned surgeon Dr. Adrian Voss, finds himself reborn as a massive orc warrior—complete with reduced intelligence and a sarcastic Surgeon’s System in his head. Thrust into battle with nothing but raw instinct and fractured memories of modern medicine, Ghaz must navigate a brutal society where orcs live by the blade and view weakness as a death sentence. But when his injured brother, Druth’Roc, is cast out of their war-hungry tribe, Ghaz makes a fateful decision: to break tradition and forge his own path. From the bloodstained fields of war to the cutthroat alleys of Brethus City, Ghaz embarks on a journey to prove that an orc can be more than a mindless brute. As an adventurer, warrior, and reluctant healer, he battles monsters, rogue mercenaries, and social prejudice—all while secretly using his advanced medical knowledge to change lives in a world where medicine is nothing more than superstition. But the Surgeon’s System has grander plans for him. A challenge is issued: Establish a clinic. Revolutionize medicine. Survive. Between dangerous dungeons, underworld power struggles, and a city that doesn’t trust him, Ghaz must fight not only for his place in this world but for a future where even an orc’s hands can save lives. A warrior. A healer. A legend in the making.

A kind girl falls in love with a vicious killer. Unhinged Yuri story set in Seoul. ------ “Like a prey waiting with a trap, I missed my predator. I missed her touch in the places I’ve never been touched. I wanted to hear her sing the songs that I’ve never heard.” ------ As the blood dripped off the knife she held firmly in her pale hand, I saw my reflection in the cold blade that had just taken the life of a man. I dreamed of magical moments like this every day. Something - someone to come and free me from the suffocating monotony of normalcy. She stormed into my life brandishing death, and in the moment of madness, my heart fluttered. Then she came to my place, uninvited. I treated her wounds and fed her. She slept on my couch like a cat. We started our lives together. Death bound us like the knot of tie I fixed for her as she left for work - to kill, kill, and to kill again. I spent countless nights sitting in darkness, on my couch hugging my knees, gripped with worry and excitement. I prayed for her safe return home, but I did not pray for the souls she’d be sending to hell. But she always returned, like a stray cat coming for food in the back alley behind a restaurant. I was the cook who put out the food for her, stroked her, and gave her shelter. A stray cat. A great feline predator. She was mine and mine alone. Together we laughed, alone I cried. Together we laughed, alone I cried. But I think we also loved. I think. ------ This is a dark and twisted psychological slice-of-life romantic comedy with a sprinkle of inspiration from the noir genre. If that doesn’t make sense, it’s because it doesn’t.

Just the musings of someone with too much time to think. This is not a novel, just a place where I will put random writings. I will not update regularly, just whenever I feel like it.

[Mature Content Warning] "Fuck, I kinda wish that scene was real," Damian mused. "I'd love to see the look on your boss's face as I make you mine." — Callum Pierce thought his life was perfectly under control—wealth, power, and the CEO title of a gaming company most people only dream of working at. But then the dreams started: memories of being Prince Caelan, the golden heir to a kingdom betrayed and destroyed—and of Ashur, the stablehand he’d loved with his whole soul. Now, Callum’s sure of two things: reincarnation is real, and Micah Liu, the shy but ridiculously talented intern at his company, is Ashur reborn. But in this life, Micah is a stranger—and worse, he has a boyfriend; Damian Wells. Reincarnation was not on Callum’s bingo card, and neither was this absurd, awkward love triangle. Between balancing CEO responsibilities and unraveling the tangled mess of their past lives, Callum has to navigate the perils of modern romance while resisting the urge to blurt out, “Hi, I think you’re my soulmate from another life and, oh, by the way, your boyfriend’s dad stabbed my dad once.” Will Callum win back the love of his past life? Can he uncover the truth behind their tragic downfall before history repeats itself? And most importantly, can he survive the awkward lunch dates?

a boy teleported to another world, a boy embarks on an extraordinary journey, mastering magic and swordsmanship, while discovering a unique ability to summon powerful beasts

[VT] She sits there, bare feet crossed, a cigarette loosely held between her slender fingers. Wisps of silver smoke curl lazily around her, dancing to an unseen rhythm. Amber eyes glimmer with amusement as she smirks, gaze piercing through the very pages you are reading. "Do you think this is just a story? You're wrong. This is a game. And me? I'm just a spectator, watching how interesting it becomes." Another voice cuts through her musings. Author: "Aren’t you going to give them a warning?" The Fox tilts her head, lips curling into an amused smile. "The only warning I have for them? They'll lose money. Because this story is just that good." Blurb: A lost soul awakens within a misty void, reborn in a world where gods are not just myths—they are the very laws that shape reality. Here, dreams, memories, and fate itself are bound by forces beyond comprehension. Bestowed with an extraordinary ability, he is given the chance to step beyond the fragile boundary between life and death. But each return comes at a cost—fragments of his memory, pieces of his emotions, or perhaps... parts of himself. Shattered glimpses of reality intertwine, where death is not the end but a door leading to secrets long buried. In this world, everything follows a law—except for one thing. Death never truly ends. So when the river falls silent… what will remain? This is the English version of When the River Fall Silent, read the Vietnamese version here: https://www.webnovel.com/book/32215080608337705

--- In the picturesque town of San Violetta, where lavender perfumes the air and secrets lurk beneath the cobblestone streets, artist Isabella Ricci arrives seeking inspiration. What she finds instead is Luca Romano, a reclusive novelist whose hauntingly beautiful world is as beguiling as it is fractured. Drawn to him by an unspoken connection, Isabella becomes the muse Luca never intended and the key to unraveling the shadows he has buried for years. But their growing bond awakens whispers from the past—a name carved in memory, a forgotten locket, and the mysterious remains unearthed in the vineyard that binds them. As passions ignite and old ghosts surface, Isabella discovers that love can be as dangerous as it is intoxicating. Luca’s secrets threaten to shatter everything they’ve built, forcing Isabella to decide: how far will she go to uncover the truth about the man she can’t seem to let go? Set against the backdrop of a small Italian town drenched in beauty and mystery, *Beneath the Lavender Sky* is a story of love, betrayal, and the delicate balance between redemption and ruin. ---

Gie—born Gertrude to a legacy of royal jewelers—has never needed the spotlight. Her masterpieces have adorned queens, singers, and socialites, but her face remains a mystery. Reserved, brilliant, and obsessively devoted to her craft, she lives for the art of creation. But when a special commission comes from billionaire Alexander Millers—a dangerously magnetic man known for his empire in the adult industry and his playboy reputation—Gie finds herself unraveling. His requests are luxurious, precise, and dripping in silent power. She’s never met him, but designing for him becomes intoxicating… and maddening. Alexander has everything—wealth, infamy, women, and control. But what he craves is something he’s never had: touch that doesn’t repulse him, intimacy that doesn’t feel like a performance. When he meets Gie, the woman behind the jewelry that clings to his skin, something shifts. She's unlike any woman he's ever known—brilliant, stunning, untouchable. As desire coils between them in ways neither can resist nor define, they enter a dangerous game of seduction, power, and possession. But love doesn’t play by the rules… especially when the one thing they fear most is each other. As all my novel, please this is rated r. Do not read if you're 17 and below.

The day Taoist Wang Ye came down the mountain Eldest senior sister: "I’m giving you a billion-dollar hotel, follow me." Second senior sister: "A healer’s heart, Wang Ye, come work as Divine Doctor in my clinic." Third senior sister: "Senior sister wants to take you to conquer the entire entertainment industry." Fifth senior sister: "Wang Ye, from today on, you are the chief appraisal master in my treasure appraisal business." Sixth senior sister: "Fly through the blue skies and travel the world with me." Fourth senior sister: "Follow the fourth senior sister, you can’t go wrong…" Ah... The senior sisters are too formidable, what a dilemma!

The strive for power,the need to stand to stand on top of the world. There wasn't something new for Andrew to which he didn't care that much about. He laid back as he saw Gods, protagonists and villains to fall on this trope. Why wasn't it important to him, because it all classified as Hedonism and Fear to him. The need to strive for power for benefits."Hedonism." and the strive to abstain from death or servitude."Fear." How was any of this important to him now, because that was one of his exploits. It also didn't help that he had unrealistically overpowered "skills" against his opponents. "Every being that has the displeasure of existing falls under the principle of hedonism and fear. Once experiencing it,there is no stopping so regardless of what they do,only one fate awaits them." He mused in his void. "Andrew,come give me a hand." A voice rang making him emerge from his palace and Infront of him was a lady with blood covered all over her along with a dying body next to her feet. The lady gave him a gun to which he coldly looked at the person crawling on the ground. "Shoot him,my doll." *Bang* "Things never change." Andrew muttered beneath his breathe. Also if you aren't a fan of op mc. Do not touch thank you!!!

[WARNING MATURE CONTENT, R18+] Michael Specter is a handsome, successful entrepreneur with women throwing themselves at his feet just to spend a night. However, very few know about his menacing side. Twenty-two year old Layla Mclan is in desperate need of a higher-paying job to clear off her mother's debts. Opportunity comes knocking when she successfully applies for work in a richer household, the Conners. But life soon takes a turn when Layla finds out that there is no such household, and instead of working as a maid, she is now a slave to Michael Specter, a billionaire with a twisted mind. Layla’s eyes turned red, shoulders trembling, her soul wanting to reach out to her mom but alas… There was no way out, as she was already locked in the room, succumbing to the fears that didn’t feel very distant; She had gone through the same not long before. The agreement papers turned her body cold. Sometimes the worst seems best and there’s no end to the misery days; The one who avenges, the one who endures remains true to their valor. ‘Rule No. 1: Tending to your Master’s needs should be your top priority. Failing to do so, he can punish you however he pleases.’ ‘However, he pleases? What he’s gonna do to me?’ She mused and felt her heart sinking to the bottom of her chest. ‘Rule No. 2: You cannot say ‘no’ or oppose your Master’s orders.’ ‘Rule No. 3: You’re free to wear clothes of your choice… However, he can make you change it if he wants.’ ‘Rule No. 4: You are not allowed to step outside of the property.’ . . . Excerpt: “Ac-Actually I’m sleepy and I spent my day working for the household… Umm… Master, can I ask you something?” “Go ahead.” “I left my mom back home and I took this offer just to meet the debts… So will you pay me the said amount if I listen to your needs?” She asked in her feeble voice. “Needs Hmm… How about you strip off right now and lie down on the bed?” “What?” She exclaimed in horror. “You heard me,” he sounded dead serious. Layla gulped down the heavy lump that she had been holding for quite some time. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ***NOTE*** The cover isn’t mine. Full credit goes to Author Hansora :) PEN-NAME: hansora. Please don’t use it.

They say Love is blind, but no one is ever truly blind in love. We see everything; we just choose to ignore them because we're scared to move on or start afresh. Twenty-eight years old, Emma Winters has her dreams clearly defined. To have a loving family, a beautiful home, and a stable, fulfilling life. Not only do those dreams come crumbling down when her husband hands her divorce papers just when she tells him she's pregnant, but her pride and dignity are questioned when Jake announces that Emma was unfaithful to him. Emma loses hope in everything she believes in. However, hope comes to her when the enigmatic billionaire Alexander Sterling offers her a way out: A contract marriage to him. Will Emma accept this way out of her predicament even when this savior is none other than her ex-husband's uncle? What happens when she accepts the contract and is only chased back by her ex? Will she return to her once lover, or will she accept her growing feelings for her contract husband? Find out as we unravel Emma's story together! *****Excerpt******** “Why would you help when I was put in this mess by my own husband?” Emma cut in, now crying. “Because your husband is my nephew, and not only do I want to salvage the situation my nephew put you in, I want to escape his plot,” Alex said, and Emma’s heart stopped for a moment, a cold chill running down her spine as she replayed the words in her head. Nephew? His nephew? Jake was this man's... Alex's nephew? She mused, and then the realization of what that meant dawned on her like a crashing wave, knocking the breath from her lungs. Her eyes widened as she stared at him, the shock evident on her face. “Your nephew? You’re Alex Sterling, Jake's uncle?” she asked, unable to believe it herself. Alex nodded, his expression unchanged. “Yes. I'm his uncle,” Alex confirmed, and Emma shook her head.

In the shadow-cloaked city of Norlington, where eldritch horrors seep through cobblestone cracks, Dr. Fran-a prodigious surgeon stitched together by paradox-operates the clandestine Mistveil Clinic under the cryptic guidance of her [Medical Module]. Between tending to gore-streaked mercenaries and cultists whispering to void-born deities, Fran undertakes 【Diagnostic Expeditions】 across the [Prime Reality] and its splintered anomalies. Each harrowing house call sharpens her unorthodox craft, funds her biomechanical obsessions, and drags her closer to the rot festering at the world's core. Her patients? A kaleidoscope of the extraordinary: heretical nuns wielding blessed artillery, philosophers with calcified lungs still spouting prophecies, and things that wear human skin poorly. Through their wounds, Fran unravels truths-about the city's pulsating heart, her own sutured past, and why the stars above Norlington blink in hexagonal patterns.

Through journal entries labeled from A to Z, follow our Alein's perspective as she navigates life with a mix of philosophical musings and unexpected actions. Each entry stands alone perfect for a quick read whenever you need an escape into someone else's reality and maybe meet her ...match? [Perfect as mental junk food, give it a chance.] [character-driven]

Ananya's world in the dreamy city of Seoul was small yet secure – revolving around her academics, an intimate group of friends, and ardent love for her younger brother. But when a mysterious man moves in next door, her uneventful existence takes a drastic turn that transcends realms and realities. Is it for better or for worse? ***** Ananya Mehra, a 23-year old Indian girl pursuing her Masters in South Korea on a full-scholarship, has only one goal in life – to give her younger brother the best life she possibly can, after their parents' tragic passing in an accident she still blames herself for. However, her world is turned upside down when her new neighbour, Jung-wook, enters her life with some shocking revelations: that he does not belong to this world, that she is his answer to everything – and her life is possibly in danger!? While her closest friend Dae-jung’s warm gestures make her heart skip a beat, her mind still cannot help but waver to Jung-wook’s oft-weird yet endearing antics, pulling her deeper into a whirlwind of doubt and intrigue. But as he edges closer to revealing secrets that challenge the very fabric of her existence, Ananya is left questioning everything she thought she knew. Who really is Jung-wook, and why does he feel so familiar? What is his ulterior motive – and why her, of all people!? How can she trust him, a complete stranger, with her life when it may possibly be in danger? And why, despite all logic, does she still want to believe him? ******* Author’s Note: I'm sorry in advance if my uploads are inconsistent at any point, it might get a little tricky to juggle between my profession and my passion at times. I'll try sharing at least 2 chapters each week. :) Also, as you can probably guess from the cover, I am a beginner at digital art (and manhwa/manga art in general). Do let me know how you like this story and my rough attempt at art, thanks!

Have you ever wondered exactly how the start of Greek Mythology started? Well this will take you back to the beginning Primordial and how she started it all. For without her starting history there would be no Titans, no Muses, No Fates, and no Hercules. According to Greek Mythology there wouldn't even be an Earth so then none of the wonderful history that has happened nor any of the things we have. Come join me on the journey through history and what nobody knows!

Isabella was supposed to be sipping champagne at a luxury spa, not waking up in the middle of a forest. Worse, a SYSTEM had attached itself to her like some clingy ex, spouting nonsense about survival, quests, and—oh, hell no—manual labor. "System, I was NOT built for the wilderness! My ideal ‘roughing it’ experience involves a five-star hotel with bad WiFi!" Now, instead of lounging in silk robes, she’s being ordered to farm? To hunt? "A farming quest? You want me—a city girl—to grow food? System, I once killed a cactus by overwatering it. This is NOT my calling!" And don’t even get her started on the hygiene situation. "You want me to bathe in a cold river? Darling, I require warm water, scented oils, and an ambience! What do I look like—some barbarian?!" Unfortunately, the locals—big, muscular beastmen—don’t seem to understand the concept of self-care. The women? Neglecting their skin like it’s a crime to be radiant. The men? Walking hygiene disasters. "Ladies, if your man can smell you before he sees you, we have a problem." "You see this? This is lotion. It exists so you don’t look like a dried-up leaf. Use it." "A beard should be majestic, not tragic. Let me fix it." And the beastmen? They don’t just stare at her like she’s an oddity. No, they hover. They smirk. They lean in too close, fangs flashing with amusement. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" she huffed, crossing her arms. The panther grinned, his tail flicking. "Because you’re fascinating when you’re annoyed." No, absolutely not. She was not here for this nonsense. "If you have time to stare, you have time to moisturize." She didn’t ask to be here. She didn’t ask to be their savior. But if she has to suffer through this world, she’s making everyone around her suffer less—through skincare, style, and some serious attitude. "If I hear one more ‘We don’t season our food here,’ I’m launching a war." "If you have time to gossip, you have time to do squats." "You want to impress a woman? Start with not smelling like the battlefield." Survival isn’t just about fighting monsters; it’s about looking good while doing it. So what if the System keeps throwing impossible quests her way? "What do you mean ‘you can’t skip quests’?! Since when?! Where is the skip button?! I demand a skip button!" But somewhere between dodging ridiculous quests and fixing these people’s tragic grooming habits, Isabella found herself in situations. Uncomfortable, heart-racing situations. Like being trapped against a tree by the red python, his red eyes half-lidded as he murmured, "You talk too much, little star. Should I silence you?" Like waking up with the lion lord’s fur-lined cloak draped over her shoulders, his deep voice gruff, "You shiver in your sleep. I’ll fix that." Like the phoenix watching her every move, his burning gaze searing into her skin as he mused, "You cause chaos wherever you go, but I find that I don’t mind." Oh, hell. No. She was not about to fall for four beastmen. She was too pretty for this much stress. "If you insult me again, I’ll make sure your soul needs a beauty upgrade." "I refuse to be disrespected by anyone who dresses like an unwashed tree branch." And yet, when a rival tribe came to challenge her, when danger lurked too close, those same beastmen stood beside her—smirking, taunting, fighting for her. "A beastman growled at me today. I growled back. He ran. I am the alpha now." Isabella isn’t just surviving. She’s thriving. And this world better keep up.

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.

My name is Owen Carter, and I'm a doctor. As a physician, treating the living is routine; treating the dead—that's where true skill lies. I inherited a family clinic called the Yin-Yang Clinic. The Yin-Yang Clinic treats only spirits, not the living. I am the Yin-Yang Ghost Doctor, and this is my story!

Emily Bright is a reserved medical laboratory scientist with a peculiar fascination for the microscopic world of body fluids. Her life is a monochrome routine of lab work and lonely evenings spent admiring art she believes she'll never create. Emily is the embodiment of precision, control, and logic, qualities that render her a perpetual wallflower. Dominic Pierreson, known as "The God of Art," is a once-revered artist teetering on the brink of retirement. Praised as the 21st century’s greatest creative genius, Dominic’s glory days seem behind him, with no spark left to fuel his next masterpiece. Disillusioned and desperate, he meets Emily by chance at an art gallery, and in her quiet brilliance, he finds an unexpected muse. Dominic's world bursts into vibrant color as he obsessively captures Emily’s essence in every medium imaginable: photographs, sculptures, paintings, and even a bestselling play. His works featuring Emily become priceless treasures, solidifying his place in history. But as his obsession grows, so does his love for her, a love Emily struggles to comprehend or reciprocate. Caught between the worlds of art and science, Emily begins to question everything she thought she knew about herself. As Dominic’s fame skyrockets and their relationship deepens, the lines blur between inspiration, obsession, and love. In a whirlwind of passion, fame, and self-discovery, Emily must decide: Can she embrace the chaos of Dominic’s world, or will she retreat to the safety of her own? The Art and Science of Mad Attraction is a sweeping tale of ambition, obsession, and the unpredictable nature of love, where logic meets creativity and two contrasting souls find themselves inexplicably drawn together.

Nate, one of the most wanted criminals in Seoul, has spent years running from the law. Ruthless yet cunning, he leads the Manji gang, navigating a world of betrayal, gang wars, and corruption. But when Karina, an elite police officer with a personal vendetta, finally corners him, everything changes.

"How many did we lose?" A figure seated on a grand throne asked. "Thirty universes, my lord," a voice responded. "Thirty universes, huh… Over 521 thousand planets." The being on the throne remained silent for a moment before asking, "What’s their next target?" "The Cosmos, my lord." The figure slowly stood, the dim throne room gradually illuminating as the light spread outward. "Destiny, show me its future." A woman rose from her seat, her eyes glowing with an eerie brilliance. "My lord, based on my calculations… complete annihilation." The being’s gaze swept across the countless seats surrounding him. The Lords of the Multiverse sat in silence—each one powerful enough to erase a universe, yet none dared to speak under his presence. A faint blue light flickered. "That lunatic is growing stronger by the day. At this rate, the balance will collapse." The lords exchanged uneasy glances. No one wanted to disrupt the equilibrium. If they intervened, an even greater force might step in—and they would all lose the power they had spent eons accumulating. Then, a voice broke the tension. "My lord… The Cosmos has fallen." Silence. A long, weary sigh escaped the being’s lips. "But… there is something unusual," the voice hesitated. "A small world… Earth. They fought back. Despite their lack of resources, they somehow made it work. They used hmmm some type of ore—a rare ore—to resist. But they lacked the means to protect themselves from its effects." The being’s gaze lifted. The others followed, their massive thrones rising in unison. The World Tree’s wood gleamed faintly in the abyss of the throne hall. He turned to the window, his voice calm but commanding. "Lord of Time… rewind the clock. This time, we will intervene." A murmur rippled through the hall. "Lord…" The sound echoed, filled with concern. A single move from them could shift the fate of existence. They were not meant to interfere. Yet now, their highest leader was breaking that rule. "Rewind… Hmm....again…" the being mused. "Not bad. Not bad at all." The throne, forged from countless suns, began to glow. The Lord of Laws removed his hand from its surface, and a surge of blue light filled the room. No words were spoken. One by one, the lords stood, their towering seats rising higher. Each throne bore the insignia of a universe, their very essence etched into the divine wood. Their hands extended, and a brilliant blue radiance cut through the darkness. For the first time in eons, the void saw light. "Let’s create a world for them… as a trial." A deep chuckle rumbled through the hall, growing into a booming laugh. "That world shall be called… Solva." "Ahahahahahahaha!"

Haneul Seo had always been a bright spark—cheerful, ambitious, and full of life. In her early teenage years, she had harbored an innocent yet deep crush on Ra Hyeon, the untouchable senior at her school. He was everything she wasn’t—cold, reserved, and completely out of reach. A boy with sharp eyes and an aura of effortless power, already groomed to inherit his father’s vast business empire. For two years, Haneul loved him from afar, unaware that his heart already belonged to someone else. When she finally learned the truth, the heartbreak was a quiet storm—one that pushed her to let go and focus on her own future. And that’s exactly what she did. Determined to prove her worth beyond fleeting high school crushes, she threw herself into her studies, earned a place at a prestigious university, and graduated with top honors. Her hard work paid off—by the time she was in her mid-twenties, she had secured a position as a legal advisor in one of the country’s most powerful corporate firms. In a male-dominated field, she was the only woman on her team, yet she thrived. Confident, fearless, and stunningly charismatic, she became a force to be reckoned with. Meanwhile, Ra Hyeon had been living a different life—one of privilege and expectations. After completing his education abroad, he returned to Seoul, where his father wasted no time in handing him the reins of the family empire. At just 28, he became the CEO of Hyeon Group, a multibillion-dollar conglomerate. He had always been a man of control, but something about the city felt different upon his return. Perhaps it was because he was no longer the untouchable senior, and perhaps… it was because fate had other plans. When Haneul and Ra Hyeon’s paths cross again, it isn’t as a starry-eyed schoolgirl and an indifferent senior. This time, she stands as his equal—or perhaps, even as his adversary. In a world where power and ambition rule, will the embers of a forgotten crush reignite, or will they be forced to clash in the battlefield of corporate politics? One thing is certain—Haneul Seo is no longer the girl who once admired him from the shadows. And Ra Hyeon? He might just realize that some people are impossible to ignore.

This is a work of fiction, any names, characters, stories or events, are fictitious! (Even the country in the story is just the author's fantasy as the author never visited those countries in the story) Armipotent is an archaic adjective meaning "strong in battle." Basically, it refers to someone who is physically tough in war. Originally, it was used to refer to the Roman god of war, Mars. ===================== Tang Shaoyang, an orphan who dropped out of the middle school to fight on the street as he found out school was useless for a penniless orphan like him. Tang Shaoyang dropped out of his school, fighting on the street, and made a name for himself. Berserker Tang from Youyouliucun. Afterward, Dragon Wing triad recruited him and everything was good for him. Even though the public deemed him as a tumor of society, Tang Shaoyang was having a decent life. Until one day, everything changed as an absurd and strange game started. "... Game starts! Stage one: Survival for The Fittest!" After the game started, zombies appeared out of nowhere. ... Ding! "You have killed 1000 zombies less than 24 hours since the game started! You gained 3 Talents!" Dong! "You may choose 3 Talents! please choose carefully!" Tang Shaoyang held his chin and mused what Talent he had to choose. "With Zombies appear everywhere, I need an infinite strength... this is one, I still need to choose 2 Talents more..." Then a lewd smile formed on his lips. "I want an infinite strength, charm and charisma to conquer women, and the last one, I want to upgrade my **** so I can please my women!" After saying this, Tang Shaoyang laughed aloud. "Hahaha, there's no way such talent exists... ehhhhh?!!!" Ding! Dong! "3 Talents are consumed! You have been granted Divine Body! Good Luck, Gamer Tang Shaoyang!" Tang Shaoyang immediately checked the detail of Divine Body. After a brief silence, he muttered unbelievably. "Such Talents really exist..." Note: I don't own the cover. If the creator wants me to take down the cover or put credit, please notify me by replying to my review at the Review section.

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."

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Karena kepengin tiket konser Muse, Nadya sampai merengek-rengek di pohon eucalyptus belakang sekolah. Nadya hampir nangis, cewek itu sampai menelungkupkan kepalanya. Akan tetapi, ketika Nadya mengangkat kepalanya lagi, Nadya melihat sosok cowok ganteng di depannya. Bukan, cowok itu bukan orang asing. Cowok itu adalah Aldo Nugraha, Ketua OSIS sekaligus teman sekelas Nadya yang pinter, ganteng, dan macho. Cuma satu hal yang ditanya Aldo. "Kamu mau tiket konser Muse?" "Iya," ujar Nadya, masih dengan wajah manyunnya. "Aku punya satu tiketnya," ujar Aldo. "tapi kamu yakin?" "Yakin kenapa?" tanya Nadya bingung. "Ada perjanjiannya." "Hah?" Nadya mengernyitkan dahi. Perjanjian apa? Ah, bodo amat dah! Yang penting Nadya bisa dapat tiketnya! "Oke oke, gapapa! Apa aja perjanjiannya asal aku dapet tiketnya," ujar Nadya sembari mengangguk yakin. Habisnya, dia nge-fans banget sama Muse! "Oke. Perjanjiannya itu..." ujar Aldo, matanya menatap Nadya dengan menerawang. Aldo pun tersenyum manis, lalu cowok itu melanjutkan, "Kamu jadi pacar aku."

In the heart of modern Seoul, an unexpected twist turns Sena’s life into a whirlwind adventure when a medieval stone tower appears in her best friend I-seo’s backyard. This enigmatic event introduces Sena to Luke and Amiel, two figures from another realm who have stepped right out of I-seo’s novel “Between Two Blades.” The book depicts a tragic BL love story where a saint, destined to save the protagonists, ultimately betrays and kills them—a narrative yet to unfold as they find themselves inexplicably in Seoul. Prince Luke, with his dignified demeanor, and Amiel, both angelic and disturbing, find themselves lost in the complexities of the modern world. Their tragic destiny, as written by I-seo, looms over them, filled with unresolved tension and the threat of a doomed ending. Sena, armed with her practical spirit and I-seo’s intimate knowledge of her own characters, takes on the challenge of merging these contrasting realities. The medieval newcomers draw a mix of attention and conflict, compelling Sena and I-seo to navigate through a maze of urban escapades to keep them safe from both medieval pursuers and the public eye. As they struggle with these extraordinary circumstances, Sena uncovers a surprising link between her family and the historical figures: her grandmother, Hyejin, has a hidden past with the medieval visitors. This revelation binds her family’s story with the fantastical disruptions rippling through their lives.

When Lu Feng, a genius in traditional Chinese medicine, enters the mortal world with the cultivation method of "Wu Xiang Sheng", a collision between medical skills and urban rules unfolds! He reverses life and death with his extreme medical skills, yet is suppressed by the Western medical system; he breaks through the limits of the human body with his miraculous inner qi, but gets caught up in multi-threaded emotional entanglements. During the day, he is a novice apprentice who is ostracized in the medical clinic, and at night, he transforms into a parkour master, astonishing the whole city with his mysterious and ingenious body movements. When traditional Chinese medicine meets the realm of cultivation, and parkour clashes with medical skills, let's see how this poor young man uses silver needles and his fists and kicks to carve out a path to the peak of the medical world in the urban jungle!

For five years, Nathaniel Nate Kain lived a quiet life. Once the youngest S-Rank assassin in history, he walked away from a world drenched in blood, choosing peace over endless death. But the past doesn’t stay buried. A desperate call from an old friend pulls him back into the chaos. When Nate arrives at a rundown clinic, he finds his friend in a precarious state... This leads to the death of his friend who leaves a newborn child unlike any other in his possession... ...A child hunted by every major syndicate, faction, and assassin in the underworld... Why? Because she’s not ordinary. Now, with a one-billion-dollar bounty on his head and an entire world of killers after him, Nate must do what he swore he never would—fight again. Outnumbered, injured, and forced into a life-or-death chase, the legendary Phantom Hound is back. This time, he’s not fighting for money. He’s fighting to protect the one thing he never thought he’d have—family.