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[Official Statement on Missing Chapters] Due to previous technical issues, certain chapters of this book were unfortunately missing. We are pleased to announce that these chapters have now been restored. We apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused and invite readers to continue enjoying the novel. --------------------- The top-tier professional player Lis woke up to find himself having crossed into the "Divine Revelation" game, becoming a Viscount enamored with magic. Knowing that he would soon face a continent engulfed in war smoke, grand otherworld expeditions, the mysterious decay of the World Tree, and the constant threat of Abyss Demon invasions... Lis admitted he was a bit panicked. ...... Fortunately, the game system was still in place, and he still possessed the "All-Purpose" Talent. With the memories of his past life, he switched his class to Arcanist, analyzed the Element Model, reshaped the world's rules, and step by step ascended to that supreme throne. ...... Players complained about him, "This boss is too perverted, he can even grow stronger, we protest!" Elves worshiped him, "Lord Lis is the strongest Divine Favored, he has brought peace to the world." Mages praised him, "He is the pioneer of magic, as well as the Guardian. His revered name is Lis Kane, He is the god of the arcane."

One must always sacrifice something to strive for survival in this world. But when all that is sacrificed becomes meaningless, turned into a toy for others to freely squander, with no compensation paid. Then, the Bounty Mercenary Group does not mind resorting to their own hands, and collecting the interest they're rightfully owed!

The sky was once a canvas of peace, a sanctuary for the weary. But now it lay as an eternal reminder of humanity's impending downfall. Six years ago, the demons finally came out of hiding. They used the humans as sacrifices for Satan's growing power. Gabriel Cain, a widower who had his everything taken from him, shall make it his duty to venture into hell with the Black Sun Resistance for the purpose of saving everyone and avenging those he lost.

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late. I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan— “Mommy?” I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.” “Mommy!” I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?” He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world. My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?” I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside. I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game. Well, we may just survive this mess after all. Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes. I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival. For Leo and me. Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.

When there were strange signs in the sky, there must be demons lurking. Li Mo, who had studied antiques since he was young, had a strange change in his eyes after being struck by lightning. With a pair of divine eyes, he gained the ability to see through things and sense objects. He bought a gourd bottle for 500 yuan at a flea market and sold it for 230,000 yuan. A painting he casually bought turned out to be a genuine work by Xu Beihong, worth thirty to forty million yuan. The black double-eared bottle that came with the purchase of a set of gold jewelry turned out to be a genuine possession of the Ming imperial family. Ancient bronze ware, exquisitely crafted porcelain, calligraphy and painting with bold and vigorous strokes, and thrilling gambling stones came one after another. From then on, Li Mo's life underwent a revolutionary change. "I have divine eyes, and there are no treasures in the world that can escape my sight."

Bored and weary, Dean was lamenting his decision to join the class on a school trip. But that changes as soon as they suddenly find themselves in a whole new world, a world of magic, systems and abilities, it was perfect... right? Only just, soon Dean is left handicapped, on the verge of death and in one of the most dangerous places in the world. Perfect... right? Worlds collide, apostles emerge and dead gods arise. What was supposed to be a typical issekai trope with him as an OP MC suddenly thrusts him into the center, where he finds that the fate of worlds and the entire universe might just be decided on his decisions. Perfect... right?

The West Coast, bathed in its free air, greeted me with a brutal awakening. One moment, my world was familiar; the next, I was an 'urban explorer' – a homeless man – cast onto the unforgiving streets. I opened my eyes to nothing. No dog, no identity, no tent – not even shoes on my feet. Just beach shorts and the harsh concrete beneath. My only stroke of luck: the Daily Intelligence System, inexplicably tied to my phone, a lifeline in this new, desperate existence. The messages flashed: [Daily Intelligence:] The club at 134th Watson Street has a trove of recyclable cans and transparent beverage bottles in the green trash can in the alley. [Daily Intelligence:] There are unfinished hamburgers, 7 flowers, and an unopened bottle of Pinot Noir in the red trash can at 96th Street. [Daily Intelligence:] Your neighbor Jesse has a scratch card worth $5,000 in his tent! [Daily Intelligence:] Mike's Scrap Collection Station sells a 1976 GMC Hiking RV, parked in the suburbs for 20 years, for a low price of $200. Details: Someone at Old Pick's Auto Repair Shop can repair it. Shit! This wasn't life; it was a goddamn scavenging game. From the raw, unforgiving streets of America, Alan resolved to play the game – and fight for a better tomorrow.

‘In the face of death, I have learned not to fear, but to embrace the power it grants me’ — Ethan Ethan, a weary office worker from the modern world, transmigrates into the body of Kai, a failed disciple in a ruthless cultivation world. His second chance is short-lived when the assassin comes after him right after his transmigration. In his final moments, Ethan awakens the Godly Revival System, which gives him the power to revive once every week and even lets him buy his Killer’s Cultivation, Talent, Mastery of Cultivation Techniques, and many more. With this newfound strength, Ethan vows to grow stronger, protect his new family, and make up for the regrets of his past life. But can Ethan truly protect his new parents and rewrite his fate in this dangerous world? Follow him on his journey to find out.

Weary reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, shadowy shelves of this somber library. However, I regret to inform you that this book is ill. Your fingers should be able to feel the raised, diseased growths on the surface of its cover. The words, written long ago, cling to the pages like parasites, hoping for someone to observe their writhing, to feel them, analyze them, and touch the diseased core of this story. If you insist on borrowing this book, please be sure to regularly check your own physical condition.

When light and darkness are no longer separated, when frost and flame merge. The guardian who controls the profound meaning of the elements. This is the legendary king of the god-level elemental archer of the Golanlin Empire.

After losing his family and comrades in war, Mike retreats to a lonely Pacific island, drowning in alcohol and guilt. One day, he finds a century-old drifting bottle with a dying letter from a Chinese girl named Mei, a survivor of a 1918 shipwreck. Obsessed with the mystery, Mike teams up with his friend George and translator Jane Chen to uncover the truth. But as dreams of a forgotten village and a sorrowful girl begin to haunt him, he realizes the letter might not be just a cry from the past—but a call from his own soul. A story of fate, reincarnation, love, and redemption that spans over a hundred years. Can two souls lost in time find peace in the present?

In the most cliched fashion, a giant truck-kun smashed into my World, killing everyone with it. And in the next most cliched event, I was given a second chance in life by the gods to live another life in a world of swords, magic and dragons! It’s literally a dream come true! Be a hero? Who has the time?! Conquer the world? Like hell I’ll do something so troublesome! Diving into dungeons, exploring ancient ruins and meeting all the weirdos of the world? Sign me right up!! I’m only interested in travelling the world to find the most interesting materials I can use to write the best story I can! I’ll show you my creativity and dazzle this new world with the stories I’ll write! I’ll fight with dragons, swim with krakens, wrestle giants, eat all the cakes and bed the beauties! Time to live this life however I want! Eh? A psycho is running around the world saying that they are the hero who will slay the demon lord? Why is there such a crazy person? There’s someone out there threatening the world with nukes? How did they even find out how to make those? Some crazy hobo is going into other people’s houses to smash pots to look for money? That guy really must be crazy. What Do You Mean There Are Other Transmigrators In My Harem Fantasy? ----- [Character Creation:] [Gender:] [Male] [Female] >[Futa] *** Notes: Any R-rated scenes will be denoted by a '*' followed by an 'R' with the number of 'R's showing how much of it is R-rated. '*R' would be around 25%, '*RR' would be about 50% and '*RRR' would most likely be the entire chapter. You can join our discord through this link: https://discord.gg/CRrb56c

I thought being laid off from my job was the greatest of my worries but I just had to wake up in a ship's cockpit after my space game crashed. Now I have no map, no friends and no money. But that's ok, I've started from the bottom before! With my starter ship I will scour through space as a Mercenary and maybe even start up a Mercenary Company while I'm at it! This ain't my first rodeo in space after all! Except... Apparently my crew members are weird? The guy who bumped into me yesterday was found sliced up and floating outside the space station. The girl who tried to honeytrap me was reported missing with only a finger found in an alley. And then that merchant who scammed me had his entire ship blasted into bits by unknown vessels the very next day. Some people say my crewmates were behind it but they must be mistaken, right? I only know one thing for sure... In space, no one can hear you scream... *** Notes: Any R-rated scenes will be denoted by a '*' followed by an 'R' with the number of 'R's showing how much of it is R-rated. '*R' would be around 25%, '*RR' would be about 50% and '*RRR' would most likely be the entire chapter. Also, gene splicing and cybernetics exist in this story. What does that mean? MC is a futa for one and there's going to be other futas showing up as well. You can join our discord through this link: https://discord.gg/CRrb56c

After losing a dare at her freshman party, Sayu is forced to do the unthinkable—ask out Hayato Arisaka, the most gorgeous, untouchable, heartthrob on campus. It was supposed to be a joke. A harmless moment of humiliation. Except… he said Yes?! Now Sayu’s stuck in a whirlwind of rumors, unexpected attention, and a boy who might not be as simple as she thought. Is he playing with her? Or does he have secrets of his own? All she knows is: 'this' was never part of the plan. [Or was it?] * * * * * * Author’s Note: New Chapters Every 3 Days (2 per release) This is my very first Web-novel, and I’ll do my best to stay consistent with updates. I hope you enjoy Sayu’s chaotic college life, her not-so-ordinary romance, and all the drama that comes with it. Your support means the world to me — even just reading this story helps more than you know!

A teenage boy finds himself stuck between two worlds-his past and his uncertain future. He's not homesick or broken. He's just... lost. As he navigates a quiet life, where nothing feels right, he begins questioning everything: what life is, why we live, and how we're supposed to survive in a world that doesn't make sense. Through silent hallways, lonely park benches, and disconnected classrooms, he searches not just for meaning-but for someone who understands. A reflective, slow-burn light novel exploring identity, isolation, and the quiet thoughts most of us keep buried.

Above all reality, at the edge of the infinite narrative, above the highest dimension, seated upon a throne forged from dying stars and frozen time, sits the Eternal Ruler - a supreme entity who does not merely govern the cosmos, but serves as the axis upon which existence turns. In the endless stillness of her dominion, she rules over time and fate... until an old guest returns: the Muse of Forgotten Tomorrows. The Muse, weaver of destinies and tragedies, brings with her a startling proposal - she wishes to understand one thing she has never truly felt: love. The Ruler laughs... and offers her a game. The Muse must descend into the mortal realm. She will live seven lives as a human - with no powers, no memories, no destiny written for her. She will love, fail, weep, and break-and only if, by the end of her final cycle, her soul can grasp the essence of true love, may she return... and tell a tale powerful enough to stir even the heart of a goddess weary of eternity. But this is no mere experiment. This is a wager - between meaning and emptiness, between narrative power and the limits of humanity. And beneath the dim skies of the mortal world, a baby incarnation of The Muse cries for the first time-unaware that behind her tears, the soul of a slumbered goddess churns. "Love is not something that can be written. It must be lived, felt, and endured... even by the divine."

A delicate, emotionally powerful modern romance, Chords of You examines the relationship between a quietly resolute admirer and a world-weary musician. Top charting singer-songwriter Rhett Calloway has lost the spark that once gave music life. He meets soft-spoken aspirational writer June Marlowe during the last performance of his acoustic tour; her poignant letter helps him to remember why he first began singing. Her candor brings something buried deep inside him—a need for actual connection—to life.

Alternative Title(s): Isha-Jō Heroine - The Former Doctor Turned Genius Healer Lady Is Now an Isekai Heroine - イシャジョーヒロイン -「元医者の天才ヒーラーお嬢様、異世界ヒロインやってます」 Wait, What Do You Mean I Got Reincarnated as a Heroine in Another World?! — And Now I Have to Save the Kingdom as a Healer Prodigy and Magician While Pretending to Be a Noble Lady Even Though I Was a Shut-In Doctor Back Home! - 「いや、ちょっと待って！？異世界転生したのが私でしかもヒロイン！？—— 昔は引きこもり医者だったのに、今は天才ヒーラー＆魔法使いとして王国を救えと？…ついでに貴族お嬢様の演技までしなきゃダメ！？」 --- DISCLAIMER: This story contains themes involving quantum mechanics, CGDCT, borderline (or maybe not) Girl’s Love, and plot-relevant mature scenes that are safe for general audiences. Follow Kairi Izumi—a quiet, eccentric, and somewhat conspicuous girl—who never felt like anything but an NPC in a story. Working behind the scenes, unnoticed by others, had always been part of her daily life, dwelling with medicine and toxins. So, it's no surprise she wasn't exactly turning heads. But then, a peculiar quantum anomaly shatters her carefully constructed anonymity, thrusting her into a bewildering new spotlight. Suddenly, Kairi's unique knowledge of obscure chemicals becomes crucial for navigating bizarre, shifting realities. Amidst this chaos, she finds herself unexpectedly drawn to a vibrant, magnetic girl—a connection that begins to unravel not only the mysteries of her altered world but also the burgeoning feelings within her own 'background character' heart. However, her sudden visibility attracts more than just newfound affection. A surprising confession from a powerful figure thrusts her into a dangerous web of political machinations, revealing hidden factions and the true, volatile nature of the realities she's caught between. Now, Kairi must navigate not only the quantum uncertainties and her blossoming relationship, but also a treacherous game of power where her unique position could either be a weapon or a target. As her bond with the magnetic girl deepens amidst these escalating stakes, Kairi must confront the intimate complexities of her new existence and decide if she's finally ready to take center stage as the protagonist of her own unfolding, unpredictable story.

When a lazy, drunken goddess accidentally drops a celestial wine bottle on Earth, crushing a salaryman, she sheepishly grants him reincarnation in a fantasy world—with an apology, a “God-tier” magic affinity, almighty comprehension, and a chance to live the life of a noble. Reborn as Lucien von Eisenhart, the 6th child of Duke Arcturus, he’s considered a minor child with no real succession rights. That is until the royal family discovers his absurd magical aptitude. Hoping to keep such a "dangerous genius" out of the capital’s tangled politics, they assign him an “unimportant” fief— The Hollow Sands, a desolate wasteland cursed and scarred by ancient magic wars, home to powerful relics, hidden races, slumbering beasts, decaying magical constructs, and ruins of forgotten civilizations. Everyone expects him to fail. But Lucien sees opportunity. With his knowledge, creativity, and hunger for magic, he decides to do the impossible: Build a new kingdom from the world’s garbage heap.

In a world where forming a contract with spirits is strictly forbidden, Zayn, a man who has grown weary of life, decides to take on one final mission, intending it to be his last. But fate has other plans. During the mission, Zayn unexpectedly forms a contract with a spirit. The terms are simple: Zayn will gain the spirit’s power, but in return, he must open a door when the time comes, no matter what lies behind it.

En un mundo desgarrado por criaturas llamadas infernales, la humanidad depende de los cazadores, guerreros capaces de canalizar una energía vital conocida como Nexus. Entre ellos, existe uno que no debería existir: Nihil. Un ser milenario, con la maldición de no tener ningún tipo de emoción. Y aún así… su cuerpo lo lleva hacia algo más. A un destino que él mismo no comprende. A su lado, Lucy, una supervisora alegre, amable y rota, intenta enseñarle lo que significa sentir. Arthur, un cazador eufórico y destructivo, busca desesperadamente una razón para vivir.

Matías Castleboard was humanity's last shield. A soldier. A hero. A killer. He died bringing peace... but found no rest. Reincarnated as Kael Lanpar, heir to the most powerful clan on the continent of Mayora, he now lives in a world of ancient magic, forgotten races, and gods who play with the threads of existence. However, his past has not disappeared. The scars of his former life bleed into this one, and with each memory that emerges, Kael sinks deeper into a dilemma that few could bear: Can a second life offer redemption... or only more condemnation? But there is something worse than trauma and war. Knowledge. Because the more Kael discovers about this world—and about himself—the more he understands that the truth does not set him free: it destroys him. And at the end of the road, what awaits him is not an enemy, but something even worse, something we all know but do not understand. A conscience. A truth that cannot be unlearned. A dark and introspective fantasy story about second chances, traumas that never die, and the price of knowing too much. Ideal for readers who seek more than battles: they seek meaning.

There exists a space between moments—a breath between memory and dream, dusk and dawn, departure and arrival. In that space lies the In-Between. Neither here nor there, it is a place of lost maps, whispered truths, and turning points too quiet for history to notice. Tales from the In-Between is a collection of forty standalone stories set in this liminal realm, where doors appear only when you're not looking and choices echo louder than footsteps. Within its pages you’ll find a cartographer who maps forgotten regrets, a lighthouse keeper who bottles the voices of the dead, a train conductor who ferries passengers between lives, and an inn that only exists for those who’ve left something behind. These stories blend quiet magic with emotional resonance, surreal landscapes with intimate struggles—each one a meditation on what it means to change, to linger, to cross thresholds both physical and spiritual. Whether you are standing at a crossroads or searching for a way back, the In-Between has a story meant for you. Step gently. Some roads only remember those who believe in them.

They said I was too soft. Too quite. Too emotional But softness isn't weakness and I learned that the hard way. This is a story of a girl who was ignored, bullied, broken, and betrayed. A girl who survived assault, family drama, fake friends, and her own inner battles. It's not pretty, it's not perfect. Buts it's real. And maybe... Just maybe... She wasn't weak at all. "soft" doesn't mean weak" is a raw, emotional journey of trauma, truth, healing, and power. Told from the heart from someone who never thought she'd be strong enough to tell her story "Want early chapters and exclusive content? Support me on Patreon! patreon.com/chrisana

“I was just a delivery guy. One weird bottle, one wrong knock… and now I’m married to a vampire queen.” Liam Ross thought it was just another late-night gig—deliver a mysterious bottle of vintage wine to a mansion he’d never heard of. Next thing he knows, he's waking up in a gothic castle, covered in blood, with a glowing sigil on his wrist… and a dangerously beautiful vampire queen declaring him her husband. Bound by an ancient blood contract, Liam finds himself thrust into a deadly underworld of vampire politics, ancient courts, and supernatural assassins. He has three days to prove himself or die—and if he dies, his new bride dies with him. Survive the bond. Learn the rules. Or burn in the eternal night. But there’s a problem: Liam is human. Mortal. Untrained. And some vampires would rather see him dead than let a lowborn outsider sit beside their queen. Now, it’s not just his life on the line—it’s hers too.

In the grand, moonlit gardens of an English estate, two souls from different worlds find themselves drawn together by fate. Senja, a young man from Nusantara, has come to England to seek knowledge and a future beyond the boundaries of his homeland. Elizabet, the poised yet weary daughter of the Queen, carries the weight of royal expectations and the unspoken yearning for a life of freedom. Their paths cross at a royal ball, where an unspoken connection sparks between them. As their bond deepens, they find themselves caught between the pull of duty and the allure of forbidden love. In a society bound by tradition and class, their love may be the one thing that can defy it all—if they dare to fight for it. A Dance of Fates is a tale of passion, sacrifice, and the courage it takes to choose love in a world that demands loyalty to power. Amidst the elegance of Georgian England, Senja and Elizabet will have to decide whether their love is worth the cost of everything they hold dear.

"Really? Sweets? You're taking this 'food is the way to a man's heart' a little too seriously." Kwon sneered. He went to grab a cookie from the pile but Luna moved the plate away from him. He raised an eyebrow, probably thinking that she was acting childish. Reaching with his left hand, he made a move toward the plate. What she didn't see was that his right hand was in position with the plate moving right towards it. "Better luck next time." He smiled as he took a bite of the heart-shaped cookie. Adam came back and grabbed another cookie. As he ate, he looked around. "No water?" An idea hit Luna. She fished in her bag for the spare love potion that she had stored in a water bottle. It was completely full and the lid was tightened enough that it could pass as a brand new, unused bottle that she just got out of the machine. "Here you go. I just happened to have an extra." He gratefully accepted the water then he and Kwon walked off toward the coach. Luna slammed the plate into the arms of a confused Carl. It worked. The plan actually worked. She was so excited that she could start dancing at any moment. "Don't celebrate just yet." Isaac pointed to where Adam and Kwon stood talking to the coach. Kwon unscrewed the lid to his water and took a drink. Fear seeped into her. She was positive that Kwon did not have a water with him earlier. She looked down at Adam's hands and saw that he no longer had the bottle filled with love potion. "No!" . . . "Luna? Why are you looking at me like that?" Kwon asked, his expression turning funny the longer she stayed silent. "Why were you watching me?" Why did she ask that question?! There were a million questions floating in her head, and that one wasn't anywhere near the top ten. Kwon unfolded himself from the wheel. Running a hand down his face, he avoided her gaze by looking out the window. "Because it's hard to not watch you." His voice was steady even though he had seemed reluctant to answer her.

I have to keep my difficulties within because that is the only way I can physically prevent myself from trying to commit suicide. Is it not preferable to be physically dead but mentally dead? I am currently accustomed to being mentally dead, and no one would know unless I made an effort to tell them otherwise. If being deported means leaving this world, I should keep my true emotions and personality hidden from this world and act as if everything is well when it is not. Verbally, emotionally, physically, and mentally. My entire identity was ruined. My understanding of reality was destroyed.

The man I once loved the most Sebastian, the youngest judge in history was the one who sentenced me to prison. Three years behind bars stripped me of everything: my pride, my future, and the life I once knew. When I was finally released, I had nothing left. My family had fallen, and with nowhere to go, I was forced to survive as a bar hostess. Then fate twisted the knife. Sebastian walked back into my life colder, more ruthless than ever. His eyes darkened as they raked over my skimpy uniform. Gripping my waist, he growled, "Gloria, who gave you permission to work in a place like this?" I gave him a sultry smile, masking the ache inside. "Buy a bottle, sir… and I’m all yours tonight."