Dumbledore Wooden Wand

In a medieval fantasy world where cannonballs and wooden ships can’t begin to challenge his advanced Battleship, a nobody named Roy finds that overwhelming firepower alone isn’t enough to solve all his problems....or is it?

In a world hanging by a thread, where fragile order crumbles under the weight of arrogance, an empire's ambition reignites the catastrophes of a forgotten age. Ancient souls, long slumbering, awaken to a realm haunted by echoes of castles and towers, consumed by lust, betrayal, and bloodshed. Amid the chaos, mysterious cards—relics of a bygone era—stir with untold power, weaving the threads of magic and fate. As the past and present collide, an inevitable doom looms on the horizon, drawing ever closer with each passing moment!

A dual disaster of a solar flare and asteroid impact devastates the world. Liam awakens to find himself in a desolate wasteland, his only companions a mysterious survival handbook and a tortoise shell capable of summoning shelters. Welcome to the Apocalypse Survival Game! Here, you must abide by harsh rules: periodic disasters, strategic shelter placement, exploration and looting, resource gathering, and complex relationships with other survivors. Will Liam choose the above-ground wooden cabin with its vast potential for development, or the safer but limited underground shelter? Faced with an impending acid rainstorm, can he use his wits and available resources to survive in this brutal world? In this survival game, every step is a matter of life and death, and every choice can determine your fate. In this world full of unknowns and dangers, how will Ethan uncover the truth behind the apocalypse step by step?

“Reincarnation? Rebirth? Regression? What bullshit!” These were Julian's words when he realised the world rejected his desire to rest and pushed him toward destruction. He once watched his kingdom fall and endured losing his lover after reincarnation. “I've had enough…” Julian's spirit shattered, and he died fighting the Devils who destroyed the world. He wouldn't fight again. He couldn't endure another life. He shouldn't seek happiness. Yet, once again, he returned. Reincarnated on Earth, Reborn after his failure, then regressing to before everything happened, he then returned to Avalon, his fallen kingdom. With fractured memories and a jaded heart, he refused to follow the same path. 'This time I will stop her death.' But, [◊ Awaken, My Dear Child, you can still save Avalon! ◊] The Goddess Solaria wouldn't let him rest.  [◊ I will grant you the power to change your fate. ◊] Solaria granted Julian a special Title and an SSSR Rank Class. A title granted to one existence. The Heir of Shadows.  The 13th Divine. Class Awakened: Shadow Mancer (SSSR) • The one who controls all shadows and summons unique monsters of unequalled strength and potential. Title Gained: Heir of Shadow  • Unlocks a unique growing class and increases resistance to corruption by 100% In the same world that he despaired and failed, Julian was given a third chance. In the same world that would soon collapse, he swore to survive, and save her life. He would summon an army of invincible shades! —------ The MC will be a Summoner/Necromancer/Mage primarily and will NOT use swords or spears, his main weapon is a wand, and although he won't be weak physically due to constant training. He will NOT be at the same level as someone who evolved and gained a physical type class. This doesn't mean he will be weak, just that he won't be able to do everything like some boring and overpowered characters that ruin the entire class fantasy. —------ Please show your support. This is a novel for the WSA 2025 Competition. This is the Novel Discord: https://discord.gg/95KPzwhXrD

Noah Kim, a second-year engineering student, has little time for distractions. His world is filled with late-night study sessions, caffeine-fueled deadlines, and the constant pressure of excelling in his rigorous program. But everything changes when he stumbles—literally—into The Roasted Haven, a cozy coffee shop near his university, and meets its enigmatic owner, Elias Carter. Elias, a 30-year-old former corporate worker turned café owner, is everything Noah isn’t—calm, composed, and hiding a mysterious past behind his charming smirk. Drawn into Elias's world of rich espresso, rainy evenings, and stolen glances, Noah finds himself coming back to the café for reasons beyond coffee. As their flirtation deepens into a passionate affair, Noah struggles with his growing emotions and the looming question of what Elias is hiding. When secrets from Elias’s past threaten to tear them apart, Noah must decide—will he walk away, or will he risk everything for the man who has become his greatest temptation? -------------- Excerpt: Noah didn’t know how he ended up in Elias’s apartment above the café, but the heat between them was undeniable. The scent of roasted coffee lingered in the air, mixing with the musk of Elias’s cologne as he pressed Noah against the wooden counter. "You keep coming back," Elias murmured, his fingers tracing Noah’s jaw. Noah swallowed, his heart hammering. "Maybe I like the coffee." Elias chuckled, his breath warm against Noah’s lips. "Liar." And then their mouths crashed together—hot, needy, desperate. Noah gasped as Elias’s hands slid under his hoodie, fingertips skimming the bare skin beneath. Every nerve in his body ignited as Elias lifted him onto the counter, positioning himself between Noah’s legs. "Tell me what you want," Elias whispered, voice low and teasing. Noah shivered. "You." Elias smirked. "Then hold on tight, baby." ------

The war against Voldemort made many people filled with despair. Many people lost their partners, friends, teachers etc. But what would have happened if a soul from another world took birth in this Earth filled with magic, with an aim to correct all those mistakes, with a determination to save all the innocent souls and a slight idea to bring Dumbledore and Grindelwald back together. What if Argus Filch started using magic to hunt Voldemort along with his partner a flying black panther named Mrs. Norris? What if Professor Snape was scolded by his mother for deducting Gryffindor points? What if Newt is confused with the decreasing number of fantastic beasts in his suitcase? What if a certain royal elf queen missed her godson? What if the royal dwarf family ran out of ideas for designing mechas? What if the Atlantean royal family wanted to enter the stock market of the surface world? After all what's the fun if you can't bring back Harry's Parents and Ariana Dumbledore back. Read the story to follow the naughty soul in his all his mischievous endeavors. Note : A Fan fiction on the Harry Potter and Fantastic Beasts movies with a little garnishing of the author's whimsical ideas. :-P

[Detecting the birth of a new god... Data traction in progress] [Alert! Intrusion detected: %*#... Data traction interrupted] [Divine Revelation Protocol activated. Initiating emergency replication. The Legion of Judges has been dispatched...] [1%... 5%... 33%... 99%] [Replication complete!] [Rebooting and reconstructing the world...] … Becoming a god feels like a grand deception. Instead of ascending to the heavens, you awaken inside a mere clay idol. You have become a god—yet only the weakest, most nameless one. You don't even have a body of your own. [Detecting host awakening... Binding process initiated] [Binding complete. Initial gift pack activated. Congratulations, host! You have obtained the talent: Tribute Hundredfold Amplification!] [A believer offers you a pebble. You receive a Holy Crystal!] [A believer offers you a wooden stick. You receive the Spear of Longinus!] [A believer offers you a harmonica. You receive the Archangel’s Trumpet!] Good. "From this moment forth, the gods shall heed my command. Who stands with me, and who dares oppose?" Seated deep within the sacred temple, you gaze upon the vast cosmos at your feet, looking over the myriad realms with serene indifference.

So, I woke up on the day I was supposed to be executed. You know, normal Tuesday stuff. My head was chilling on a wooden platform, and there was this tiny blade dangling right above my neck. Cute, right? Just waiting to slice through and end my fantastic life. Naturally, I thought, "How do I get out of this mess?" And what genius idea came to mind? Pregnancy! Yep, I faked a pregnancy. And not just any pregnancy — I told the Emperor, the very psycho who ordered my execution, that I was carrying his child. Spoiler alert: I was definitely not. But hey, it worked! I kept my head attached to my body. However, when the universe is determined to mess with you, even a fake baby bump can't save you forever. I kept up the act for a whole month before finally running away. Ah, freedom! No more psycho Emperor, no more looming execution, just me, living my best fake-pregnancy-free life, laughing like I was finally out of a bad soap opera. Or so I thought. Because of course, luck had to have the last laugh. Somehow, I ended up being the mother of the male lead. You heard that right. The male lead. In this ridiculous story, I’m not even his real mother, but here I am, stuck inside the palace with a literal murderer, aka the Emperor, who — plot twist! — killed the male lead’s actual mom and turned her into a freaking energy crystal. And now, I'm supposed to save the day. Me, the villainess who's not even supposed to be here. How? No clue. But one thing’s for sure, luck and I need to have a serious talk. Screw you, luck!

A centuries old vampire, Vladimir Hawthorne who yearns to experience the beauty of human life. He wants to feel his heart beat, to experience human vulnerability, to taste the sweetness and bitterness of human love and connection. For so long Vlad has walked in the shadows, an eternal observer of human existence.But now, he wants to be a part of it. He gets to find out to fulfill his heart's desire, he has to become mortal just like every other human. In his quest, he discovers the only way to become human is to pay a steep price; a century long slumber in an enchanted wooden coffin deep in the forest. Would Vladimir succeed? would he finally find the love and connection he yearns for?

In a world where villains are crafted, not born, Vyan's life takes a detour from dull to downright dramatic faster than he can say "abracadabra." Meet Vyan, the most ordinary knight in the realm, with all the magical prowess of a damp sock. Loyalty? He's got it in spades. Betrayal? Well, that's the surprise twist in his not-so-fairy-tale life. Framed and forsaken, Vyan is left with nothing but a grudge and some pretty gnarly scars, courtesy of his once-master, Iyana. Oh, did he mention she is the daughter of a marquess and the object of his unrequited affection? Talk about adding insult to injury. Just when he is ready to unleash his inner berserker, a butler comes along with news that makes his hair stand on end: Vyan is the last heir of the Grand Duke's mage dynasty! With power crackling at his fingertips and more mana than he can shake a wand at, Vyan is ready to show the world what happens when you underestimate the underdog. Will Vyan rise from the ashes like a phoenix, or will he crash and burn like a fire-breathing chicken? There's only one way to find out.

When a Filipino Brings a Gundam to a Sword Fight > "Oh great, another summoner. Just what we need—more useless adventurers." > > *Famous last words from Sir Knight-Who-Got-His-Butt-Kicked* Look, getting isekai'd is already weird enough, but being a Filipino summoner in a fantasy world? That's like bringing *balut* to a fancy French dinner party – completely unexpected and guaranteed to raise some eyebrows. Picture this: There I was, contemplating whether to have *sisig* or *adobo* for dinner, when suddenly – **POOF!** – I got yeet'd into Medieval Times™ faster than my mom could throw her legendary tsinelas. And what did the universe decide to gift me with? The supposedly "weakest" class: *a summoner*. But here's where it gets *interesting*. These fantasy folks thought I'd be pulling rabbits out of hats or summoning cute forest creatures. **Boy, were they in for a surprise!** Because while they were expecting wooden sticks and basic swords, I was busy figuring out if I could summon: * My mom's battle-tested tsinelas (with +20 critical hit, mind you) * A fully-loaded M16 *Armor you say? " How about a mask raider suit! Or iron man armor!(credit to marvel ) * And oh yeah, *casual flex*, **AN ENTIRE FREAKING GUNDAM** Let me tell you something funny about being the "weak" summoner – when you can call forth weapons that would make Michael Bay weep tears of explosive joy, suddenly nobody's laughing at your class choice anymore. Welcome to my story of how a Pinoy turned the summoner class from zero to hero, one ridiculous weapon at a time.

In a world where magic has been commercialized and controlled by corporations, Zeph Cooper is labeled the weakest student at Everweave Academy. His pathetic power level of 12.4 marks him as a failure in their standardized system. But when he discovers a hidden section of the academy's library and a mysterious talking book, Zeph learns a stunning truth: everything he knows about magic is a lie. There's a deeper, truer form of power flowing beneath the corporate facade - if he dares to grasp it. Now, caught between the rigid control of the Houses and forces that would destroy them, Zeph must master this forbidden magic while keeping his growing abilities hidden. Yet as his power exceeds the corporate world's ability to measure, he faces an impossible choice that could reshape magic itself. Sometimes the weakest link is exactly what's needed to break the chains.

In a world where magic and power are governed by intricate hierarchies and ancient bloodlines, Cynthia’s life takes an unexpected turn when she is chosen by a staff during her wand ceremony, marking her as a Psy Lord the rarest and most powerful class among Warlocks. Elevated to the status of a Councilwoman in the enigmatic city of Lumenoth, Cynthia quickly learns that her newfound power draws both reverence and dangerous attention. The world of Arkanis is divided among Mana Heart Users, Mind Refiners, and Body Refiners, each vying for supremacy through mystical prowess, political intrigue, and brutal conquest. With the power to manipulate reality through Psy energy, Cynthia must navigate a treacherous path filled with hidden agendas, ancient conspiracies, and the ever-present threat of betrayal.

Dumar, bio-engineered assassin, shoots himself in the head in an attempt to escape the purpose he was created for. Upon wakening, Dumar finds himself in a plain, stone built room with simple wooden furnishings and no décor. He also finds he is paralysed. Transported to another world by Grethron, a necromancer, to kill his brother Malthrom, Dumar realises he will never be free of the fate he has been created for, even killing himself had not changed anything. Grethron takes Dumar to the palace to see the queen who apologises to Dumar for her brother-in-law’s defiling of his soul. Dumar discovers Grethron’s brother, Malthrom, invaded the kingdom before and is gearing up to do the same again. Using his necromancy, Malthrom enslaves unwilling people to join his army and begins his march north. Dumar is drawn in and honoured by the people but will he break his own vow never to kill or let the people he has come to care for suffer?

Hua had gotten into an accident at the age of 15 years old. He woke up to a blank space with a system that spoke straight in his mind. He was tasked to travel multiple worlds and was able to save up enough points to return to his original world. After initiating the transfer, an error popped up mid-travel and a part of his memory was missing. He remembered everything he had experienced and learned clearly and vividly. Nothing but one thing. He had forgot his soulmate which he had lived and married for so many lives. "Why do I keep feel like I forgot something very important?" A wild husband appeared, shouting at him in disbelief. "Me! ME! You forgot your soulmate that you spent of many lives with, I, YOUR HUSBAND! ME!" "Oh." "Did you recall anything?" "...No. HEY, where are you taking me?!" Hua was swooped up in his husband's arms and carried off. "Home. You need a good spanking with my love wand. Maybe it'll help you remember something." The other spoke in a very clear and calm tone. Hua felt himself turn rigid in response, a bit of excitement, a little bit of dread, and the feeling of deja vu. And so he was dragged back to their love nest. * * * Advised, no one 17 and under! Sporadic release. My priority as of now is working on: 1. RPBJ and 2. TTFN This novel is last. Thank you for taking time to read my novels! Muah~ xoxo

USA, Louisiana.. a small town in north-east Louisiana.. if you see a little-bitty tiny dot with the name 'Oak Grove' beside it.. in the most north-east corner of Louisiana.. fifteen minute drive north.. and you' ve crossed into the state of Arkansas.. Or if you would have drove fifteen minutes east instead of north.. you would have crossed over the Mississippi-Louisiana state line.. so that gives you a pretty good general location of the town of my birth.. Unfortunately it wouldn't be the town of my untimely and unexpected death.. nope.. for I would not die in a town.. no.. I would be eventually crushed.. by a section.. of thirty-two inch.. steel.. heavy-wall.. industrial pipe.. for a natural gas line.. being lay'n.. from just north of the cities.. Odessa and Midland.. of the state of Texas.. Over a thousand miles away from my place of birth.. Bastrop.. Louisiana.. where the closest 'safe' hospital was for me to be born at.. forty miles west.. by north-west from where my family had lived for generations.. Oak Grove.. My family has worked as surveyors.. for pipelines and gas or oil facilities.. being built all across this great country on the continent of North America.. for atleast two generations.. If my children take up the mantle.. that would make.. three generations of my family.. to feed and provide for their families.. working as pipeline surveyors.. see Oak Grove is poor.. poor as dirt.. total population.. barely over two thousand.. average gross income per capita per family for a year.. less than ten thousand dollars a year.. there's just no real paying jobs.. in Oak Grove or anywhere near it.. so while the people who choose to work in Oak Grove make ten thousand dollars a year.. I started out as a 'rod-man' which was the lowest man on the 'totem-pole'.. making what those in Oak grove..worked a year for.. I made in a month.. I did nothing but pack bundles of wooden stakes.. then carry them up the mountains of West Virginia.. Or across the deserts of West Texas.. swamps of south Louisiana.. down around Baton Rouge.. or Tibbedaux.. the Everglades of Florida.. fuck I get that nauseous feeling every time I think of when I 'work'd' there.. I walked up on a dead body without a head.. not long after that.. still on the same project I saw the 'headless' corpse on.. I almost stepped on the biggest python I've ever seen.. the fucker was atleast ten feet long and two to three feet wide around.. Anywho, back to what I was talking back before I went off subject for a bit.. I started out making ten thousand dollars every month.. thats twelve times what I would have earned working a month in Oak Grove.. instead of working in these dangerous jobs.. Been a lot of dangerous places.. dangerous terrains.. working in a very hazardous career.. but I was well paid like I said.. and now I don't have a body left to send home to my parents.. that section of pipe.. weigh tens of thousands of pounds.. when the 'Komoda' excavators that were lifting the section tipped.. that was it.. one of the operators didn't extend his 'boom' on his excavator all the way out like he should have.. Now the pipes falling.. as soon as it lands on me.. thats it.. so much weight.. my head will pop and shoot right of my shoulders.. up in the air towards the heavens themselves.. reaches its peak height of its short flight.. then falling.. all whilst my body will be crushed and explode to nothing but splatter'd meat paste.. ending my first life.. trust I've seen it.. I know what will happen from experience.. and so beings the next chapter of life.. I see a tunnel with bright light radiating from then end of it.. as I reach the light I take the final step.. the blinding light recedes and fades away out of existence.. I find my surroundings returning to a lightness that my eyes can afford to see clearly in.. only to meet another pair of eyes facing me.. everything else is shrouded by darkness.. I see only eyes.. staring at me.. staring into me.. starin

“Aegir..” A single word remains in Cetas’ mind as he succumbs to the everlasting pressure of the depths - a glimmer of light filtering from above. He floats endlessly, the tidal currents rushing his body to who-knows-where yet he remains unconscious as the word echoes in his mind. He no longer remembers any memories that he once had but only mere fragments of what his past once was. A depth-dweller. A long lost race of ancient, forgotten in history as humans usurped the throne of the world, claiming superiority amongst other races of legend. After the war of mystics, only humans endured to live and gather themselves once more - dominating the entire world by force. Yet, depth dwellers remained - hidden and forgotten. And now.. The first would rise up on the surface. For hours upon hours, Cetas let the currents take him away, rendering his consciousness useless everytime he woke up. But now, it seemed that a warm and radiating light pierced his very pressurized skin. It was.. unfamiliar. He opened his eyes only to be greeted by a rocking hull, shaking synchronously with the sound of crashing waves. Yet, somewhere near him, he heard a faint and soft voice speaking a foreign language. He shifted his head to the direction of the voice and saw an unfamiliar face of a golden-haired lady with sea-like blue eyes, staring at him with utmost curiosity. The lady opened her mouth and let out another wave of unfamiliar words. Perplexed, Cetas sat up slowly, moving his body sluggishly. He then gazed at his surroundings, first staring at the massive rocking hull and onto the wooden floor and to the people surrounding him. Some wore bandanas and others wore white-loose blouses paired with leather boots and tricorn hats. However, Cetas wasn’t at all surprised by the unfamiliar scenery. But rather, he gazed above the sky, reaching far beyond the clouds, and saw the burning sphere of light that penetrated his deep-black eyes. Upon staring for 5 seconds he instinctively winced in pain. “Ow!” He looked around once more, pacing his head back and forth towards the unfamiliar people around him, and pondered, “Where am I?”

Kristina’s heart pounded in sync with the sharp click of her heels against the polished wooden steps. Each step deeper into Dr. Reiter’s basement felt like a descent into the unknown. She had no choice—he held her career, her future, in his hands. One mistake, one lapse in judgment, and everything she had worked for could vanish. She still remembered the way he had looked at her in his office, his piercing gaze stripping away the confidence she usually wore like armor. When he pointed out the medication error, her blood had turned to ice. If he reported it, she would lose everything—her job, her future as a nurse practitioner, the home she and her husband had just bought. But he hadn’t reported it. Instead, he had given her a choice. Now, as she reached the final step, she swallowed hard, bracing herself for whatever came next.

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling

In the quiet seaside town of Tsukishima, there is a legend—one that no one dares to prove. "On the night of the longest dusk, when the sun refuses to set, cross the old wooden bridge at Kageri Lake. A wish will be granted, but something must be left behind." Sixteen-year-old Renji Asakura is desperate to turn back time. After an accident leaves his younger sister in a coma, he becomes obsessed with the town's legend. When he finally finds the bridge at sunset, it is exactly as the rumors say—suspended in a never-ending twilight. However, he is not alone. Mikoto Shiranagi, a quiet but sharp-witted transfer student, is also there, carrying her own secrets. The two form a reluctant partnership, discovering that each time they cross the bridge, they can rewrite the past—but only by sacrificing a part of their own future. As Renji and Mikoto continue using the bridge, their memories start fading, their bodies weaken, and time moves forward without them. Renji must face the ultimate question: How much of yourself are you willing to lose for the people you love? But the bridge has rules, and breaking them could mean losing everything—forever.

Author : 天一 Raped! Raped! The next president of the dignified Ronghua Group was raped! He was still tied up by an unknown man at the construction site, blindfolded, and raped! Rong Baiwen swore he would want that man to die without a burial! The person who raped him turned out to be a construction worker on the construction site! He finds a group of gangsters to gang rape the man and take revenge on the man. However, the gangsters were too weak and were beaten up instead. Even in a simple shed on the construction site, he was kneeling on a rudimentary plank made of wooden boards. Shaking his snow-white ass to meet the impact of the man behind him, he was so excited that he couldn't stop screaming. He will not admit that a migrant worker tempts him. "Pervert, you are a wolf in sheep's clothing!" "Baby you are my sheep like flowers and jade!" Gong/Top: Xiong Zhipeng Shou/Bottom: Rong Baiwen Note: The cover is not mine! DISCLAIMER: THIS IS NOT MY OWN STORY! CREDITS TO THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR! I'm only translating it with Google Translate and Grammarly for grammar. I also edit some words so that everybody can enjoy reading it, especially the spicy parts. English is not my first language so you have been warned. Enjoy~

The Tragic Past Life In the small village of Qinghe, nestled between rolling green hills and a winding river, Li Qingyun was born into a poor but honest farming family. Though they had little wealth, their love for one another was strong. Her father, Li Shengtian, was a hardworking farmer, and her mother, Madam Zhou, was a skilled cook who did her best to feed the family with their meager earnings. Qingyun had two younger brothers, Li Zhihao and Li Ming, both lively boys who adored their elder sister. However, their peaceful life was not without hardship. Their land was poor, and greedy relatives, including her uncle Li Bao, schemed to take what little they had. The village head, Old Master Wang, favored the rich and oppressed the weak, forcing many into debt. Qingyun, though hardworking and intelligent, was too naïve in her past life. She trusted the wrong people—Liu Meifeng, a childhood friend who later betrayed her, and Zhang Tianyu, a man who claimed to love her but only sought to use her. At seventeen, tragedy struck. A false accusation of theft led to the downfall of her family. Her father was beaten to death, her mother succumbed to illness, and her brothers were sold as laborers. Qingyun herself was forced into a loveless marriage with a cruel merchant, suffering years of abuse. One fateful night, she escaped and stumbled to the riverbank where she once found a beautiful pearl bracelet in her childhood. The bracelet was rumored to be cursed, but Qingyun had always admired its beauty. As she clutched it tightly, tears streaming down her face, her enemies found her. “Li Qingyun, you should have died long ago,” sneered Liu Meifeng before pushing a dagger into her chest. As the blood dripped onto the bracelet, a warm light enveloped her. In her last moments, she wished for another chance—to change her fate, to protect her family, and to exact revenge on those who destroyed her. When she opened her eyes again, she was twelve years old, lying in her small wooden bed, the scent of her mother’s cooking filling the air. She had been reborn. Now, she had a second chance.

1. Jeder weiß, dass Harrison der mächtigste Alpha in der Welt der Werwölfe ist. Es gibt viele Legenden über ihn. Eine der geheimnisvollsten ist, dass er seine Luna nie angekündigt hat. Sechs Jahre lang hat er nicht über seine Gefährtin gesprochen, und keine Frau konnte sich ihm nähern. 2. Sechs Jahre später kehrte Kayla in die Stadt zurück, in der sie lebte. Bei einer Begegnung drückte Harrison sie mit roten Augen und heiserer Stimme gegen die Wand und sagte: "Glaubst du, dass deine Tränen bei mir noch wirken?" Kayla sah zu Boden und sagte nichts. Plötzlich ertönte eine helle Kinderstimme. "Mami, was machst du denn hier?" Als er das kleine Mädchen ansah, verengten sich seine Pupillen. "Ist das Ihre Tochter?" Fragte er. 3. "Du hast dich also von dem Vater getrennt? Er hat Sie erwischt und Sie und Ihre Tochter sitzen lassen?" Harrison warf seine Zigarre in den Aschenbecher, seine Mundwinkel zuckten vor Wut. "Sagen Sie mir, wer der Vater ist, und ich werde ihn dafür bezahlen lassen." Kayla sah den Mann an, den sie seit sechs Jahren vermisst hatte. Sie wusste nicht, wie sie ihr sagen sollte, dass er der Vater war.

Just before being summoned to another world, the protagonist’s summoning medium was secretly swapped by someone. As a result, he was not summoned as the "Holy King" but instead as the "Sex King." The magic he can use includes water magic in the form of lotion, fire magic as candle wax, and his summoned beasts include a wooden horse used for punishment… Branded as "vulgar," "useless," and "filthy," he is rejected, has his engagement annulled, and is ultimately exiled. However, the one who picks him up is a princess from a nation where the sex industry is legal. Using his modern knowledge, the protagonist begins rebuilding the nearly bankrupt sex kingdom. He introduces new fashion trends unknown to this medieval world and uses his authority as the Sex King to subjugate the girls. He then establishes modern sex service techniques. The protagonist's method of leveling up is through intimacy with his heroines (his concubine maids). The more intimate he gets, the stronger he becomes, and the wealthier the kingdom grows. However, the surrounding great powers will not stand idly by and allow a flourishing nation full of women. Thus, the flames of war are ignited. Utilizing his creativity, adaptability, and cunning, the protagonist repurposes his sex-related magic for military applications and overwhelms his enemies. As he gradually awakens to the path of conquest, he begins walking the road of a ruthless emperor. However, by his side is always a heroine, a celestial beauty who keeps his heart from straying too far…

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!! "

Ves Skywalker is just another orphan, struggling to survive in a world that doesn’t care. His parents’ tragic death left him with nothing but a small inheritance, just enough to keep him afloat in the harsh streets. With no education and few options, he spends his days working at a convenience store, facing the monotony of life with quiet resilience. That is, until he discovers a box. Hidden within the wooden plank, the box was wrapped tightly in intattered cloth, yet it holds a power far beyond anything Ves could imagine. Suddenly, the life he knew is torn apart, and Ves is thrust into a world filled with danger. _ _ _ This is my second work English is not my first language so sorry if there are any typos, spelling or grammar mistake (T^T)

"Bleh." - Imp An Imp, a monster known to kill with a grin, a demon of the world, a creature of incredible might! Something that no force in the world can stand against! At least that's what the Main Character would like himself to be, the reality is very different, however. Exactly that Imp stumbles along a path of unfortunate fortunes and grows through it, in a world that hates its very existence. It grows more intelligent, more powerful, simply better at whatever it needs to do. Amongst other things, that includes raising children, killing Soldiers, and carving wooden figurines for money.

Jianyu Forest was shrouded in eternal mist, where giant trees towered like swords that pierced the sky. Behind the howling wind, there was a rhythmic clanking of metal—the sound of a young man practicing his moves with a worn wooden sword

Dumbledore: "I'd like to formally invite you to serve as a defense against the dark arts professor at Hogwarts." MC: "Ehh me? Take post as a professor of Defense Against The Dark Arts!?" !!! (System: "Main Quest") ◇ Become a professor at Hogwarts. - Maintain your position as a professor until your third term to claim your rewards. (Warning: Failure to complete the mission and the contractee will be forcefully terminated. ) P.S. Please enjoy and survive! With love and concern, System. MC: Shit! What the fuck?!

… At first, El was just a seven-year-old boy, surviving in a war-torn village steeped only in the air of misery and the stench of death. He was far from ordinary though – for his fragmented memories made it difficult to remember many things, yet it gifted him with an uncanny intelligence. With only a few tattered books from a crumbling, wooden library, he taught himself how to read, clinging to knowledge as his only solace. He believed his fate was sealed, destined to die like other children who succumbed to illness or starvation, then left him there alone. However, everything changed the day his village was attacked by unknown people. The invaders slaughtered everyone, yet for reasons he couldn’t fathom, they left him alive. When El awoke under the pale light of the full moon, the attackers returned, searching for what they called "A breath that was left." Helpless, he was captured. What followed was a blur – six years of his life erased from memory. He woke up again, his head bandaged, in the care of a mysterious man who brought him to Mirthwater, a city in one of the Four Vassal States of the Ryxhaton Empire. Then without much of an explanation, he abandoned him there. Left to fend for himself, El navigated the harsh underside of Mirthwater, while haunted by dreams of the unknown he couldn’t make sense of. But his quiet struggle for survival suddenly took a dark turn when he stumbled into a brewing conflict hidden within the city’s shadows. Unwittingly thrust into a world fraught with danger, he found himself face-to-face with creatures born from humanity’s darkest desires and worst nightmares. Now, El’s must confront the horrors lurking in the depths of Mirthwater and uncover the truth about his past – before it consumes all of him. … This novel is entirely work of fiction. The names, characters, and incident portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, event or localities is entirely coincidental. Contains themes regarding mental health and violence that may not be suitable for all readers. Viewer discretion is advised. ...