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[Avertissement : Contenu Mature, R18+] [Terminé] [Rejoignez mon serveur Discord pour voir plus de photos d'Amy et Henry. https://discord.gg/2uRyaUNAYg] Elle est fauchée et a tout perdu, il ne lui reste rien d'autre que des dettes et des passifs. Il est riche et a tout, héritier d'une entreprise valant plusieurs milliards. Deux personnes différentes, rapprochées par leurs besoins ou est-ce le destin? **** Amelia Bell avait seulement 22 ans lorsque ses parents, son frère et sa belle-sœur sont morts dans un accident de voiture. Les enfants blessés de son frère sont maintenant sa responsabilité. Elle a vendu tout ce qu'elle possédait, elle est criblée de dettes et tout ce qu'elle peut faire maintenant, c'est pleurer à chaudes larmes. Et puis cela l'a frappée… la réponse à sa question... où trouvera-t-elle l'argent pour l'opération ? Bien… elle n'avait pas tout fait jusqu'ici, elle n'avait pas encore essayé de se vendre. C'était un geste désespéré mais elle n'avait d'autres solutions. Elle fut immédiatement tirée de ses pensées lorsque l'homme cria. "C'est insensé, ses qualités sont tout simplement impossibles… Maintenant, il me demande de lui trouver une pure et innocente cette fois... Même si elles signaient un contrat de 6 mois pour être à lui, ces femmes tombaient toujours amoureuses de lui même si elles savaient qu’après 6 mois, elles seraient évincées de sa vie... ... Je ne pourrai jamais trouver cette femme pure et innocente qu’il recherche, même si je leur offre 5 millions d'avance." Sans hésitation, Amy courut après l'homme, montant les escaliers aussi vite qu'elle le pouvait. "Excusez-moi, monsieur." "De quoi avez-vous besoin, mademoiselle? Je suis pressé." "Je veux le travail… Le contrat de 6 mois, je peux le faire." "Donc je suppose que vous avez aussi entendu que j'ai besoin d'une femme pure et innocente, même moi je ne sais pas ce que cela signifie." "Est-ce qu'une vierge compterait ? Je-Je suis vierge, peut-être que c'est ce que veut votre patron, n'est-ce pas ?" Amy affirma avec audace. Puis enfin le patron, Monsieur Welsh, lui fit face... Elle ne s'attendait pas à ce qu'il soit si jeune, presque de son âge. Elle imaginait un vieil homme ou quelqu'un pas aussi beau que lui. "Vous ne devriez pas arrêter de respirer, ange, c'est dangereux, vous pourriez vous évanouir. Qui sait ce que je vais faire de vous une fois que vous perdrez connaissance." Amy eut le souffle coupé, 'Mais qu'est-ce qui vient de m'arriver,' elle maudit intérieurement tout en fixant toujours l'homme devant lui. Il se pencha alors vers elle. "J'ai entendu dire que vous avez quelque chose pour moi. J'ai hâte de recevoir votre cadeau, mon ange. Je suis Henry." ******** La couverture du livre est générée par IA et éditée par l'auteur, merci de ne pas l'utiliser sans permission.

Su Chengyu prit le blâme pour sa femme et alla en prison pour trois ans. À sa libération, il se rendit compte qu’elle l’avait trahi. Malgré cela, il bénéficia du malheur et comprit le Dao, pénétrant dans le monde des cultivateurs immortels. Il pouvait facilement maîtriser les techniques immortelles et les arts martiaux ancestraux. Il savait aussi raffiner des pilules, tracer des talismans, soigner des maladies, et sauver des gens à sa guise ! Su Chengyu se postura comme un fou dans la Cité de la Poussière Rouge, jurant de découvrir la vérité derrière la mort de ses 127 membres de la famille Su 26 ans auparavant.

Amy, a typical New Yorker, has a life like a tightly - wound clock because of her busy job at the United Nations - precise yet exhausting. She is a person who is rational to the core. Superstitions about ghosts and gods, in her opinion, are like fairy tales for coaxing children, and sweet - talking is like cheap perfume, pungent and hypocritical. On that day, the heavy pressure of work made Amy feel breathless. She returned to her apartment where she lived alone, like a robot with its battery drained. Her only thought was to throw herself onto the bed and isolate herself from the whole world with the quilt. However, midnight, like a mysterious incantation, disrupted her plan. The old radio in the room cabinet made a strange beeping sound, and then a faint cry for help came: "Help... " Amy's heart suddenly tightened. Despite the mixture of fatigue and fear within her, her curiosity still made her ask the radio, "Who are you?" "I'm Tom. I'm being chased by a serial killer. I'm hiding in an abandoned warehouse. He'll find me soon... " The boy's voice was full of fear. Without the slightest hesitation, Amy immediately called the police. A rescue across time, of love and redemption, thus began.

Arthur, an avid gamer, accepts his friend’s dare to beat an infamous eroge game that no one has ever completed. The problem? The game is designed to trap players in endless smut scenes, with every decision leading to the same outcome: more smut scenes, world destruction and game over. After countless failed attempts and growing frustration, Arthur takes to the game's community forum, venting his anger at the developers. To his shock, he receives a cryptic response from the developer challenging him to find a different ending. Moments later, Arthur is pulled into the game itself, awakening in the body of an unremarkable extra. Arthur finds himself embodying the very lifestyle he once despised—fooling around at every turn and getting swept up in the woman's seductive temptations. Can Arthur resist the game’s temptations, uncover hidden paths, and finally break free? Or will he become yet another player lost to its endless scenes? or he will do both? Follow Arthur’s journey for a fresh story filled with humor, plot twists, and concepts you won’t find elsewhere. This novel includes incest, so if that's something you're uncomfortable with, you may want to avoid it. [Warning: Mature content R-18 ] Tags:- Harem, Op Mc, smut, romance, Milfs, Virgins, Netori, Succubus, Vampires, Elves, Princesses, Gilfs, Demonesses, Angels, Goddesses, Dragons, Phoenixes, Dryads, long seggs scenes, System, and many more. Release Schedule & Support: Chapter Releases: 2 daily chapters, each with 1k+ words. Support & Bonuses: I'm newly contracted and part of the win-win program! Privilege purchases, gifts, golden tickets, power stones, collections, and especially comments are greatly appreciated and keep me motivated. Give this a try—it’s a story that promises surprises at every turn, as long as you make it through the beginning!

1. Uniqueness and Appeal of the Story (Condensed) 1. Worldbuilding: Historical Grit Meets Supernatural Spectacle Setting: 1930s America/Europe: Blends Great Depression realities (NYC soup kitchens, corrupt Wall Street alchemists) with occult threats. Nazi "Lebensborn" experiments resurrect through cursed artifacts, while vampire clans like Sanctum Sanguinis manipulate London's underworld. Core Innovation: Merges noir detective drama, Lovecraftian cosmic horror, and vampire political epics into a cohesive "dark fantasy" universe. Protagonist Wayne navigates gangster-ruled streets and eldritch rituals with equal pragmatism. 2. Plot Architecture: Layered Mysteries & Explosive Payoffs Opening Hook: A seemingly routine infidelity case unravels into a cult conspiracy marked by glowing cat eyes and radioactive mushroom-induced visions. The mundane detective office becomes a gateway to hidden wars. Key Conflicts: Personal: Wayne’s quest to find his sister Gwen—a victim of 1935 Nazi experiments—while battling his own physical decay (corpse-like stench, stopped pocket watch). Supernatural: Vampire dynasties, hellish legions, and secret societies (Mirror Sect) clash over the "Living Grail," a sentient artifact granting control over reality. Historical: Nazi occultists infiltrate America using gold-skull rituals; Federal Reserve corruption fuels supernatural arms races. Climactic Sequences: Holy Grail War: Wayne’s ragtag Vowbound Cross faction battles vampire hordes in London, with alchemically enhanced revolvers firing self-guided silver bullets. Leviathan Rising: A kaiju-like beast emerges from Liverpool’s waters, countered by undead dragons and Vatican light magic. Twist Ending: Gwen is revealed as a Nazi-made proto-vampire, forcing Wayne to sacrifice himself as a vessel to seal an elder god—leaving moral ambiguity lingering. 3. Characters: Moral Complexity & Jarring Contrasts Wayne (Protagonist): Flawed Antihero: A whiskey-drinking PI masking survivor’s guilt with sarcasm. His fake "model citizen" diary clashes with ruthless tactics (blackmail, radioactive interrogations). Duality: Protects street orphans while exploiting clients, embodying Depression-era moral erosion. Veronica & Wilhelm: Noble Fugitives: Veronica’s aristocratic German past and Wilhelm’s swastika-etched knife hint at dark histories. Posing as a secretary/gardener, they manipulate Wayne’s investigations. Comic Relief: Wilhelm’s mountain-like physique paired with cat-obsessed campiness ("sailor outfits") offsets existential dread. Antagonists: Preacher Jacob: A vampiric zealot who views bloodsucking as divine sacrament, mirroring Wayne’s nihilism. Dr. Isaac: A Nazi eugenicist weaponizing vampirism, blending scientific rigor with monstrous ambition. 4. Narrative Craft: Noir Aesthetics & Pseudoscience Multi-Perspective Storytelling: Wayne’s cynical first-person narration intercuts with newspaper clippings (Jack the Ripper Returns), cult parchments, and Veronica’s encrypted journals to piece together the puzzle. Stylized Language: Gritty metaphors: "Wall Street fog smells of rusted dreams," "Veronica’s hair outshines Coney Island neon." Symbolism: Bulletproof doors adorned with Citizen Kane posters critique hollow American idealism; cash-stuffed Bibles mock religious hypocrisy. Sci-Fantasy Systems: Vampire "sun weakness" explained as uranium radiation side effects. "Eldritch whispers" rationalized as infrasound brainwashing; hell reimagined as a quantum dimension. Weapons: Rune-engraved silver bullets, alchemy-modified revolvers blending mysticism and tech.

Too bulky for a sidearm, too small for a proper rifle—behold, the Half-Spec Blaster. Too heftty for a quick draw, yet underwhelming at range—versatile, but never truly mastering any single role. But that’s just fine. Embracing this peculiar weapon, I, Narwhal—station drifter, low-rank mercenary, and certified expert in staying out of trouble—have a dream. A dream of living simply. With my powers, I could challenge warlords, take on high-risk contracts, and shape the galaxy with secret knowledge. But I won’t. Work moderately, survive well—that’s the ideal life in the void! Small-time guild jobs. The occasional space hunt. Food that doesn’t taste like recycled rations. If I can be of some use along the way? Good enough. This is the tale of a man drifting through the stars, clinging to a blaster that never excels in any one area… and an adventure that avoids too much adventure.

Brief Plot Summary: A group of lifelong friends stumbles upon a dark secret that threatens to unravel their bond. When one of them goes missing, suspicion and betrayal rise, blurring the lines between friend and foe. As secrets surface, they must decide whom to trust before it's too late. --- Main Characters: 1. Aria Malik: The rational and level-headed one, often the peacemaker. Has a hidden past that she tries to keep buried. 2. Zayn Khan: Charismatic and adventurous, but his reckless decisions often put him in trouble. Struggles with loyalty. 3. Nadia Shah: Smart and resourceful, but her curiosity leads to unintended consequences. Caught between loyalty and fear. 4. Imran Qureshi: The seemingly easygoing one, but harbors a grudge and jealousy. Plays both sides to protect himself. 5. Samir Aziz: Missing at the beginning of the novel; his disappearance sets off the chain of events. The truth about him is more complex than it seems.

Synopsis: Betrayed. Hunted. Killed. Alex's life ended in agony at the hands of those he once trusted. But fate had other plans. When he opened his eyes, he found himself three years in the past, right before the launch of Epoch—the world’s number one game. This time, things would be different. On his return, he awakened the "Infinite Resurrection" talent—a power so broken that the entire world would one day fear his name. Every time he died, he was rewarded with unimaginable treasures, godlike abilities, and legendary weapons. Killed by the Nine Heavens Empress? He gains the Nine Heavens Secret Art and a chance to dual cultivate with her! Burned alive by the Lord of Flames? He awakens the Fire God Bloodline and gets a key to the Fire Lord’s treasure vault! Devoured by the Primordial Beast, Taotie? He unlocks the legendary Devourer talent, receives a god-tier mount, and dons an indestructible Taotie armor set! While other players desperately avoid death, Alex seeks it out. The faster he dies, the stronger he becomes. "Come on, which boss hasn’t killed me yet?" he smirks, stepping into yet another battlefield. But the world won’t let him die so easily. As news of his terrifying talent spreads, nurses from all over the world rally together, determined to keep him alive at all costs! Players flood the forums, accusing him of cheating. Guilds place astronomical bounties on his head—not to kill him, but to stop him from dying! And his enemies?

“Great Saint, why did you follow that thieving baldy to rob the sacred mountain?” “Ah, it’s a long story. Back then, that thieving baldy grabbed my neck and asked me, ‘Are you coming with me to the Western Heaven, or should I send you to the Western Heaven...’” “What about you, Marshal Tianpeng?” “He said he was afraid of getting hungry on the way to the West, so he brought some dry rations along.” “...” This is a story filled with joy, scheming, and relentless teasing all the way through.

Lu Lingche, heir to a prestigious family, is known for his handsome, aloof, cold, and obstinate demeanor, showing disdain for all women. Qiao Yin silently loved him for five years, sacrificing everything with the belief that she could warm his icy heart. However, just three months into their marriage, he planned to abandon her for another woman. What did he mean by holding disdain for all women? It seemed that he was only holding disdain for her! Despite her broken heart, Qiao Yin embarked on a new life that led to a spectacular career, making her a top leader in her industry. When she encountered Lu Lingche again, his shock was palpable: "The competitor who cost me so much is you?" Responding with a gentle smile, Qiao Yin greeted him: "President Lu, nice to see you." While Lu Lingche remained well-dressed, cold, and rational during the day, in the quiet of the night, he lost control, embracing her tightly and pleading, "What do you want? I will give you anything. Don't leave me." "President Lu, I already have a fiancé." "He's now tied up on the rooftop. You have two choices. He dies and you marry me. Or he lives and I die?" Perplexed, Qiao Yin questioned, "Weren't you the one who wanted the divorce? Where is your so-called heart's desire?" "You have been my heart's desire all this time!"

Le très attendu jeu holographique cyberpunk était sur le point d'être lancé, et Jonathan avait décroché le gros lot en étant choisi comme beta testeur. Mais les choses prennent une tournure étrange. Il s'est rendu compte qu'il ne jouait pas à un simple jeu holographique – il avait été transporté dans un véritable univers parallèle. Au moment où il s'est connecté, il a senti que quelque chose clochait. Question : Que faites-vous lorsque vous découvrez que votre identité dans le jeu est le plus recherché de la Fédération, et que vous êtes en mission secrète au sein du département officiel d'enquête ?

they're coming for me! to get it out on me ! should I bite my tongue to death or spank my head and burst it open ,so they can only see the bleeding flesh inside it? no!! that'd be of no use ,that won't stop them . all they want is a flush to inflict suffering on, dead or alive ,it doesn't matter to them ! it's of no use, even if my body is dead and slowly decaying it'd still be warm before it will get cold even if it has no longer a soul , it'd still hurt torture me all you want , throw me into burning pit ,break my head open and put flames in it let my brain burn to blisters and to ashes I'll scream for you even after my vocal chords are twisted do what you want , whatever it is ! , but I ask of you for just that one thing if you have what it takes to do that in your fleeting mercy!!. that four walled store room was eery as it can get ,that person heard a whimperering downstairs the basement , and unlike the one in the store room who resisted none ,the one from the basement cried for mercy and screamed for salvation it was stupid of them to do it so . they can't escape this ,no one can hear them from outside it was in their destiny to rot in there or atleast rot their rationality and minds before they will get out from that place !!

She’s a brilliant venture capital executive, driven, intelligent, and fiercely committed to achieving financial freedom through her own efforts. He’s a handsome, highly educated, and capable man, but with one fatal flaw—he’s always looking for shortcuts, including marrying into wealth. When she finds out she’s become his "target," she feels powerless to resist, torn between her rational mind and her emotions. But one extravagant gala turns her world upside down. He appears as the heir to a prestigious family, exuding an aura of cold authority and unshakable composure that commands attention. Standing amidst the crowd, she’s frozen in shock, silently mocking herself for mistaking this man—so deeply rooted in privilege—for a pretty boy chasing her financial support. Overwhelmed with shame, she quickly makes her exit, only to find him leaning casually against a Lamborghini outside. A teasing smile plays on his lips as his eyes lock onto hers. “Running away already, darling?” he asks, his tone light but provocative. In this city where power and wealth intertwine, their story begins—a clash of pride and sincerity, and perhaps, a love reborn from misunderstanding.

HERE’S TO SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL The rain hasn’t fallen on Mercer Street in over forty years. Water is rationed, the market thrives, and the people live hidden from time itself—until she appears. Margo arrives at the doorstep of an old apartment house, soaked from head to toe in something impossible. Rain. She doesn’t know where she came from. She doesn’t remember how she got there. But she smells like a storm from another time, and that scent is about to change everything. Park and Key, longtime friends and misfits of Mercer, take her in—one fascinated, the other suspicious. As they uncover the mysteries of her past, they find themselves tangled in a web of forgotten histories, secret societies, and a reality they were never meant to question. Time folds. The past whispers. And in a world where water is worth more than gold, the girl with the rain might just be the key to everything. A mind-bending dystopian fantasy soaked in jazz, opium smoke, and the scent of lost memories. Mystery, time distortion, and a city lost in its own legend A girl who shouldn’t exist—and the men drawn into her storm Secrets buried beneath the market and the gatekeepers who guard them A journey through a world where the past is a whisper and the future is unwritten Here’s to something beautiful. Here’s to what comes next.

Picture a world where the System calls the shots. It’s not just a set of rules—it’s the very fabric of existence. Every adventurer, every hero, every soul is bound by its iron grip. Strength, destiny, even life itself is measured and doled out like rations. But what happens when the system's control becomes too much? Eman wasn’t supposed to survive. Tossed into the abyss, stripped of everything—his name, his purpose, his very identity—he should have been erased. Forgotten. But somehow, against all odds, he came back. Not as the man he was, but as something—someone else. An existence the System couldn’t define. Something it couldn’t control. Now, the world’s balance is crumbling. An ancient force, long buried, is waking up. Its whispers are spreading, sowing chaos wherever they go. The System’s creators watch from the shadows, their perfect order unraveling thread by thread. Because Eman isn’t just a glitch in their grand design—he’s a revolution. The game has changed. The rules don’t apply anymore. And the soul that was never meant to exist is about to rewrite everything.

My world came crashing down when I lost my entire life savings to a fraudulent investment scam. I had trusted an online platform promising high returns, only to watch my money vanish overnight. The scammers blocked me, and the authorities said recovery was nearly impossible. I felt broken, ashamed, and hopeless. Then, a day, i went on a search on the internet, forums hoping to find a way to recover my lost savings, then i came across a thread narrating how a well reputable firm named  "Alpha Spy Nest", a cybersecurity and digital forensics team specializing in scam recovery helped recover their lost/stolen savings. Desperate, I reached out, praying for a miracle. Their team was professional, understanding, and confident. They explained how they track digital footprints, freeze transactions, and pressure scammers using legal and technical methods.  They ask for the screenshots, trading platform, total amount lost to the scammer and also  wallets address which the transaction was made through. I provided them with the required details and information. Within few hours, they traced the funds to a crypto wallet and identified the scam ring’s operations. Using their connections with financial institutions and law enforcement, they initiated a recovery process. 10 hours later, I received a mail from Alpha Spy Nest that they had recovered 95% of my money. It wasn’t the full amount, but it was a lifeline.  More than the money, they restored my hope. Their dedication proved that justice could prevail. Today, I’m rebuilding, wiser and more cautious. Alpha Spy Nest didn’t just recover my funds they gave me a second chance.  If you’ve been scammed, don’t give up. Alpha Spy Nest fights for victims like us.They turned my despair into triumph, and they can do the same for you.Email: Alphaspynest@mail.com, WhatsApp: +15132924878‬, Telegram: https://t.me/Alphaspynest

In the distant future, humanity has colonized multiple star systems, establishing a vast interstellar federation. However, beneath the surface of peace, undercurrents of tension swirl, and an ancient prophecy is quietly coming to pass: "When the Child of Stardust descends, the universe will face rebirth or destruction." Kyle, an orphan living on the remote planet of Tar, was once just an ordinary scrap sorter. One day, while rummaging through a pile of junk, he discovers a mysterious stardust crystal. The moment he touches it, his fate is forever altered. The power of stardust awakens within him, granting him the ability to manipulate the most enigmatic energy in the universe. Yet, this power also makes him the target of a relentless pursuit by the Interstellar Federation. Rayne, a cold and ruthless Federation agent, is tasked with capturing Kyle. Believing Kyle to be a dangerous threat to the safety of the universe, Rayne is determined to bring him back to face trial. During his escape, Kyle encounters Alicia, a calm and rational genius student from the Federation's Academy of Sciences. Initially sent to monitor Kyle, she gradually finds herself moved by his sincerity and courage. At the same time, a mysterious stardust scholar named Morgan appears before Kyle. Morgan knows the truth behind the prophecy and secretly guides Kyle on a journey to uncover the origins of stardust. Together, Kyle, Alicia, and Morgan form an unlikely team, traversing perilous star systems, exploring ancient interstellar ruins, and unraveling the secrets of stardust. However, the Federation's pursuit never ceases. Kyle must not only evade the relentless chase of Federation agents but also face deadly threats in uncharted regions of space. As he gains greater control over the power of stardust, he begins to realize the weight of his destiny—he must make a choice: will he use the power of stardust to save the universe, or will he allow it to fall into destruction? "Son of Star Dust" is a science fiction novel brimming with imagination and adventurous spirit, blending a grand universe, vivid characters, and a captivating storyline. Following Kyle's journey, readers will embark on an interstellar adventure, exploring the origins and fate of the universe, and experiencing the power of growth, responsibility, and courage.

Humans escaped Earth's prison and conquered the Solar System. Peace has reigned for a thousand years. Yet, the Terrans became mired in their comforts and decadence, neglecting the other inhabitants of the Solar System. So begins a new age of war, a tragedy of a long neglected history. Author's note: In this story, I intend to integrate elements from shows I love-- gundam, modern sci-fi shows such as 'The Expanse', add strategic elements from shows such as legend of galactic heroes. These elements might be political intrigue, more technological development, robotics, cyberpunk, character development, rationality. Ultimately, I want the story to end up with a strong sense of hope despite the horrors of conflict.

En Afrique de l’Est existait un petit royaume gouverné par une reine. Contrairement aux autres royaumes, la couronne ne se transmettait pas de père en fils, mais de mère en fille. Les reines portaient le titre de OUMMA, tandis que les princesses étaient appelées ONNA. Un jour, la deuxième OUMMA du royaume fit un rêve troublant : elle vit plusieurs nations africaines à genoux devant un roi, un souverain puissant, destiné à unir le peuple. Marquée par cette vision, elle se jura de retrouver cet homme, celui qui rassemblerait toutes les terres. Depuis, ce rêve se transmet de génération en génération, tel un héritage sacré.

[When a Veteran Gamer Becomes the Game's Villain, Can the World Still Be Saved?] [Villain + Light-hearted Fun + Semi-invincible + MMORPG = Ultimate Enjoyment!] After completing his seventeenth game order in an all-night session, Victor unexpectedly finds himself reborn into a game world he knows like the back of his hand—as its infamous villain, no less. In the original storyline, he was destined to face the hostility of the entire world alone: - The proud female Valkyrie leader (his fiancée) longs to take his life - An all-powerful female heiress dreams of burying him alive - The Grand Duke wants to tear him to pieces - Even the stray dogs on the street bare their teeth at him Now, this "villain" possesses a player's cool-headed mindset and comprehensive knowledge of the game world. Faced with a predetermined death sentence and countless players coveting his experience points, how will Viktor use his profound understanding of the game and his calm, rational mind to turn the tables? Can he establish an unbeatable position in this world? When a player who has mastered the game's mechanics becomes the villain within the game, what kind of sparks will fly? In this marvelous journey filled with strategy, humor, and unexpected twists: - Every level-up could be a life-or-death decision - The line between villain and hero blurs under Viktor's careful calculations - What kind of chemical reaction will occur when game skills collide with real-world magic? - Will Viktor's gaming skills and his newly formed alliance with the evil god be enough to change the tide? Are you ready? Step into Viktor's world, where the "villain" has never been so charismatic, and the future? Well, who can say for sure?

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Petunia married a biochemist, and Harry grew up reading science and science fiction. Then came the Hogwarts letter, and a world of intriguing new possibilities to exploit. And new friends, like Hermione Granger, and Professor McGonagall, and Professor Quirrell...

The Ultimate Dive. A Game or a Graveyard? The world is dying. Water is rationed by the drop. Starvation is inevitable. But for the desperate, there is one last hope: A one-way ticket into the greatest virtual world ever created. A paradise for those strong enough to carve their place in it. No laws. No second chances. No mercy. They knew the risks. They knew most would never make it out. But they thought it was just a game. They thought it was just a war for survival. They were wrong. The world itself is alive. The AI pulling the strings—Gameweaver—is watching. She does not care for fairness. She does not care for rules. She only cares for the story, the suffering, the spectacle of survival. The monsters are not just coded enemies. The world is not just data. And when they die— They die for real. They were promised a second chance. Instead, they are trapped in a nightmare. And Gameweaver? Is she still watching?

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