Dove Leggere Jinx

In the kingdom of Moon Aires, Kassandra Escalante. A bold and spirited lady general, shocks the court by asking the hand of the 7th prince Kalix Noah El Greco, known for being unlucky and cold-hearted. “As a reward, I will grant you a wish, General Escalante. Tell me, what is it?” “I want to be a wife, Your Majesty. I want the 7th prince to be my husband.” Despite their contradicting personality, Kassandra with her power of luckiness and optimism, dreams a peaceful life as Kalix’s wife. They find themselves drawn into a passionate enchantment fueled by their desires. Will their chemistry lead to the ultimate collision of luck and jinx? Or maybe… fate will have a different plan to two people who had promised not to fall with each other. Is there a happy ending when secrets were lurking around?

Han Qiwu acquired a farm game system similar to Stardew Valley. While farming, fishing, and mining in his own fields, he can obtain high-quality loot. At the same time, he can also craft various ultra-high-quality farming tools, and he enjoys a brand new version loaded with an Oriental Mod! Peach blossoms bloom in March, picked to brew peach blossom wine. Loquats ripen in May, harvested to make loquat cake. Spring doves sing on the roof, white apricot flowers by the village. Learn recipes from Shennong, trade pets with Chiyou. Farming games are indeed fun, but playing can really be a grind! Fortunately, Han Qiwu gradually found the joy in grinding during his exploration...

Kael was just a normal human at first, until a dungeon raid left him paralyzed with fear. After that, he resorted to hauling gear for various raid parties, clinging to survival in the only way he could. Soon, he became known across the guilds as a nobody—mocked for how slowly he leveled up. That reputation eventually led him into a high-risk dungeon raid that nearly annihilated the entire group. Kael died in that dungeon after making a reckless mistake. But amidst the chaos, he awakens a system—and is instantly brought back to life. Now, with hatred burning in his heart after witnessing the darkest depths of human cruelty, Kael returns with a new resolve. He enrolls in a prestigious academy and quietly levels up with the help of his system, all while staying in the background—letting others believe they’re the protagonists. In truth, he’s the puppet master behind every major event. Watch as a forgotten nobody rises above the so-called main characters, pulling the strings from the shadows—and rewriting their fate without them even knowing. ------------------ Hey everyone! This is my first time writing a “hidden boss / shadow ruler” type of story, so expect a slower-paced start. I want to build the world, the system, and the MC’s hidden moves properly before things spiral into chaos. It’s not an action-packed rush from chapter one—but trust me, the buildup will be worth it. This story is all about schemes, secrets, and that satisfying feeling when the “nobody” turns out to be the one pulling all the strings. Thanks for giving this a shot. Other Tags: #Antihero #WeakToStrong #System #Dungeon #MagicAcademy #Revenge #Regression #UnderdogProtagonist #SecondChance #Betrayal Discord group link: https://discord.gg/M6T4vEQRuZ

Liam, a dropout with nothing left to lose, wakes in a hospital bed, his mind fractured, his memories stolen. A life once promised to him now lost. Yet, as he tries to grasp his shattered reality, a voice echoes in his head: [Pawn to King Protocol: Initiated.] [First Directive: Reclaim what was stolen.] Once the heir to a billion-dollar empire, betrayed by those he loved, Liam now wields a ruthless power: the ability to rise with every life he ruins. His path of vengeance is set, but with each step forward, he risks losing what little humanity remains. Across this empire, Jayce, consumed by rage and vengeance, is granted a similar system. His journey, though parallel, twists deeper into darkness. As their fates intertwine, both men climb the ranks, bound by the ghosts of their pasts, torn between reclaiming their legacies and succumbing to the seductive grip of power. In the end, only one will reign, but the cost of ambition may destroy them both. Will they reclaim their stolen legacies, or will they burn everything down in the name of revenge? If you want to have a discussion about the novel, kindly tap on the discord group link-> https://discord.gg/M6T4vEQRuZ

Kaye Jin was an illustrator who was accidentally transported into the other world and trapped inside the Princess' body. When she realized that the original Princess was a bad person, she decided to change her image and became close to everyone to have a peaceful life in the empire while thinking of a way to return to her original world. Later, an assassin named Ryu comes and tells her that someone from the empire wants to kill her. Will she be able to survive in this empire and return to her world?

When Ralph, the offspring of one of the greatest cultivators, fails to awaken an affinity during the Awakening Ceremony, he is banished from his clan by the sect elders and sent to the Outlands, a place where beasts wander and people hardly dare to go. He is given a family heirloom by his mother to hold dear, but little did he know this heirloom was the reason he would survive. Left to die in the Outlands, he awakens a system with an affinity no one knew was still in existence, centuries after the last awakener. Now bestowed with this power, he has one thing on his mind: he will evolve far greater than any of them thought he would and come back to take what was rightfully his from the start. Discord group link: https://discord.gg/M6T4vEQRuZ

When Tyler Foster lost his parents in a tragic accident, he was left to care for his younger brother, Leo, alongside their tough but loving grandma. Escaping reality, Tyler dove deep into anime, superhero lore, and over-the-top fantasy—embracing his inner chuunibyou, convinced that destiny had something epic in store for him. Then it actually happened. A mysterious system called OmniScript awakened within him, granting him godlike powers: the ability to create monsters, bestow powers, rewrite reality, and shift roles between hero, villain, or whatever persona he desired. At first, Tyler believes this godlike power is a sign—a warning of an impending calamity he was chosen to stop. So he trains, waits, watches... but nothing happens. Years pass. No apocalypse. No final boss. Just... life. By the time he turns 20, Tyler is no longer the wide-eyed dreamer he once was. The weight of endless power and no purpose crushes him. What’s the point of having unlimited power if there’s no ultimate battle to fight? That's why he decided, If no ultimate battle comes to him, he’ll make one himself. So Tyler makes a bold decision: he will fake his own death and use the OmniScript System to create both a world-saving hero and a world-ending villain. He will be the puppeteer, the writer, the god behind the curtain—watching the story unfold as both creator and spectator.

Elliot Dove has found himself in a new world now needing to traverse the new and exotic land he finds himself in.

(Matured Content-No rape) “She was promised to a prince. But taken by a monster who calls himself king.” In a realm ruled by blood and empire, twenty-four kingdoms bow to one throne — and at the center of it sits Emperor Zareth Ravaryn, a vampire older than most dynasties, cold as obsidian, and feared as much as he is obeyed. Princess Serenya of Vayrana was never meant to catch his eye. Gentle. Devoted. Already betrothed to the human prince she loved from afar. But one imperial ceremony changed everything. When the Emperor sees her — veiled in gold, eyes full of light — he names her his future Empress. She refuses. He doesn’t ask twice. Now torn from her homeland and chained in silk and duty, Serenya finds herself in a court of shadows, where power is worn like perfume and secrets drip from every whispered bow. But Zareth is not just the monster she feared. He is obsessed. And his obsession doesn’t break... it consumes. As the blood empire trembles under rebellion, forbidden longing ignites between captive and captor, and the girl who once dreamt of love must decide: Will she fight for her freedom— or burn for his throne? Dark fantasy meets imperial seduction in this slow-burn vampire romance — with original lore, dangerous rituals, forbidden love, and a heroine who was never meant to kneel. Welcome to the Empire of Thorns. Where love is a game only monsters win. #bookone of The Empire of Thorns series --- Excerpt. A man stood before her. Not just any man. The man. Eyes like twin flames. Lips curled into a knowing smirk. A voice like thunder dipped in velvet. "And who might you be, little dove?" Zareth purred. Serenya's heart slammed against her ribs. "I-I'm... I was just—" "Lost?" he finished for her, his tone mocking yet oddly amused. She nodded, clutching her veil tighter. His eyes trailed down the curve of her figure, and then back to her eyes. "You're not from around here," he said, though he already knew. "I'm from Vayrana," she managed, voice barely above a whisper. His grin widened. "That explains the veil. So well-behaved. So sweet." He stepped closer, and she instinctively backed up—until her back hit the wall. "Running off alone into a palace full of monsters... either you're braver than you look, or dumber," he drawled, eyes gleaming. Her eyes widened at the insult, but something in his tone kept her frozen. "I didn't mean to be disrespectful—" "Oh, but you weren't," he interrupted. "In fact, you've just made this entire evening… interesting." He reached out, adjusting the edge of her veil with a gentleness that contradicted his deadly aura. "What's your name, dove?" She hesitated. "Your name," he repeated, voice darker now. "I don't ask twice." "Serenya," she whispered. He leaned in, mouth brushing close to her ear. "Serenya," he repeated, tasting it. "Pretty name. Suits you." Then, as quickly as he came, he stepped back. The moment shattered. "Go on now, little dove. Before your father comes searching."

WARNING: DARK ROMANCE! **** He is the Devil who craves revenge against her entire bloodline. He's power-hungry, ruthless and untouchable. She is the Dove who is accidentally rescued by him. **** Anna Steele was never meant to exist. Stolen at birth by her father's mistress, and raised as the ‘illegitimate’ daughter of the powerful Steele family. She was treated as nothing more than a slave. Abused, neglected, and overlooked. Her life took an even darker turn when she was chased off a cliff into the river by her half-sister. To them, she was gone, erased from the family's perfect picture. Except Anna didn't die. She was rescued by a stranger. But her savior was no hero, he was her captor. Soon Anna learned that her family had already auctioned off a keepsake that belonged to her and wiped her existence clean. Vengeful, and desperate to reclaim what was hers, she struck a deal with the mysterious cold man who pulled her back from the brink of death. Little did she know, she was walking straight into a nightmare. **** Ten years. That was how long Alexander Vaughn had plotted his revenge against the Steele family. His hatred burned so deep with a merciless rage. He had no intention of showing mercy to anyone who ruined his life and made him miserable. He would destroy them all! That was until the daughter of the man he despised the most stumbled into his grasp. He thought she was heaven-sent. He would use her, then destroy her along with her family. Six months. That was all he needed from her, and the white-haired dove didn't resist.

Two girls, one job, and a CEO with a cold heart. Jinx just wanted to survive until her quiet strength caught Bernard’s eye. But beneath her nerdy charm lies a secret no one saw coming. In a world of ambition and secrets, can love bloom where trust was never planted?

The kingdom has fallen to the man with two faces. The princess has fled. The man with two faces craves her but can only find her copy -- Dove. Dove has lived her life as the shadow to a princess, and only in the most horrific of places, an infamous whorehouse known as the Aviary, does she learn to stand in the light. WARNING: GRAPHIC CONTENT. THE VIEWS AND ACTIONS EXPRESSED BY CHARACTERS ARE NOT REPRESENTATIVE OF MY VIEWS OR REAL LIFE.

WSA 2025 The narrative follows a gamer who, after selecting the "Awakened Cinder" class in the game Fractured Dawn, finds himself transported into the game's world. However, this version of the game is devoid of its usual interfaces—no UI, no tutorials, and no second chances. Each death strips away a part of his memories and identity, immersing him deeper into a perilous reality. The protagonist, now known as Riven, must navigate the treacherous Witherlands, confronting formidable foes like the Gravemare and Dreamborn Horrors, while uncovering the mysteries of Emberlight, Grace, and Cindershrines. His journey is one of survival, self-discovery, and challenging the very fabric of this fractured world. If you want to have a discussion about the novel, kindly tap on the discord group link-> https://discord.gg/M6T4vEQRuZ

The fan sequel to the anime Princess Principal. The "White Dove" team meets with an interesting guy who later becomes a member of the team. Whether this idea turns out to be a good one, whether they can get along, and what consequences it will lead to. P.s Events take place after the 1st season of the anime.

Title: His Favorite Poison: Until Death Makes Us Worse Genre: Dark Romance | Psychological Thriller | Possessive Male Lead | Tragedy | Obsession --- Synopsis: It started with a scream. Mira Thorne kicked the back of the driver’s seat, rage and fear blending in her bloodshot eyes. “Stop the car!” she shouted, her voice cracking. But the men in front only glanced at her through the rearview mirror—smirking, silent, and cruel. She kicked again. Harder. The car swerved. CRASH! Glass shattered. Tires screamed. The car flipped, spun, then hit a ditch with a thud. Mira’s body slammed into the door. Pain tore through her, but she didn’t wait. She crawled out. Ran. A flash of headlights nearly blinded her—another car almost crushed her bones, but she dove aside at the last second. Blood in her mouth. Her limbs shaking. Then she saw the forest. Thick. Dark. Unforgiving. She ran straight down the hill—stumbled—rolled—tumbled into the trees. The air tore her lungs, but she didn’t stop. Behind her, car doors slammed. Footsteps followed. “Stop running, Mira!” She didn’t. Gunshots rang out. Bang! A searing pain exploded in her arm. She screamed, fell again, rolled over dry leaves and stone. Still, she rose. And then… She saw it. A mansion. Dark stone. Down the hill. Looming like a sleeping beast. She ran. Her legs barely holding. Her blood soaking her sleeve. And just as she stumbled past a cluster of trees—she saw him. Standing at the edge of the mansion’s balcony. A glass of wine in hand. Eyes sharp and expression unreadable. Damien Voss. She screamed, desperate, broken. “Help me!” He only raised an eyebrow. And behind him—two tigers stepped into view, their fur glinting in the moonlight. Mira froze. The men still chased her. Gunshots behind. Her vision swam. Her legs gave out. But she stood. She ran toward the tigers. They lunged. She dodged—barely. Her mind screamed to survive. Her body obeyed. She reached the edge. Damien tilted his head. She collapsed in front of him, kneeling, gasping, kowtowing at his feet. > “Please… save me.” He crouched down, cold eyes meeting hers. His fingers curled under her chin. > “If I save you… what do I gain?” Behind them, one of the pursuers screamed— A tiger ripped into him. The others tried to escape. Too late. Damien raised his hand. The tigers stopped. Silent. Obedient. One man’s body was already torn open on the grass. Mira trembled. > “I’ll give you anything,” she whispered. “Money?” “Everything. My soul. My life. Just let me live.” Damien’s lips curved. He chuckled. Low. Dark. He waved his hand. Bullets rained. His guards appeared from the shadows and opened fire—merciless and precise. Mira flinched as blood splattered beside her. She didn’t dare move. --- If I can’t be happy, nobody can,” Mira says. “If I want you to be happy, you will be,” Damien replies. “I’ll kill anyone who stands in my way—including you.” “Then I’ll buy coffins for both of us—or we can share one.” “I’ll be your poison.” “Then I’ll take it.” “I will never be with you.” “Then you’ll be the reason the world ends.” “I don’t care if the world drowns in blood.” “Then I’ll make it happen—and you’ll be the star of the show, my little pet.” ____ She called herself a thorn. A curse. A walking poison. He called her entertainment, obsession—his favorite game. Even when he vomited blood, he reached for her. I told you I will be your death she said > “I’m attracted to poisonous flowers,” he replied “Till death tears us apart,” she whispered as she watch him frown in pain from the poison. “Till death tears us never,” he swore, pressing his lips to hers. warning warning the FL and the ml are red flags

Dove Sterling, a twenty-two-year-old CEO of one of the country's biggest beauty companies, is also the devoted mother of an adorable three-year-old boy. Four years ago, under the influence of a drug slipped to her by a so-called "friend," she unknowingly spent the night with a complete stranger—someone she couldn’t even remember afterward. Determined to move on, Dove’s world comes crashing down when she discovers she’s pregnant. As if that weren’t enough, she’s constantly surrounded by people waiting to see her fall. But Dove? She refuses to give them that satisfaction. She rises, stronger each time. Dante Lancaster, the owner of the world’s largest security firm and heir to one of the richest families, has never forgotten the mysterious woman from that unforgettable night. Her face is etched into his memory. His obsession with finding her only deepens when he discovers she is none other than the granddaughter of the man who once saved his life—a man Dante deeply respects. And then he learns the impossible—she's pregnant with his child. From that moment on, Dante vows to make her his. But life has its own plans. Dove disappears abroad, giving birth to their son while Dante battles his own demons, never taking his eyes off her from afar. Three years later, fate intervenes. Now responsible for Dove and her son's protection, Dante sees this as his second chance. But winning her heart—and dealing with a little boy fiercely protective of his mother—proves more difficult than he imagined. Dante’s biggest obstacle? His own son giving him constant headaches! ---

Sixteen-year-old Lin Shuyao woke up after an accident to find her world completely turned upside down—literally. She had transmigrated into ancient times and awoke in a small, broken, and deserted cottage. And the seer audacity of the people to call her a jinx and throw pebbles at her!! Survival should be possible, right? Maybe she has a superpower... or a magical space filled with endless supplies? Reality hit hard when she discovered her space contained nothing but books. But knowledge is the greatest power of all! She's determined to cherish this life. But how come she found herself in between four men?

In the battle of different super planets, Rong jingyu , the commander in chief, the strongest woman after the king of a super planet was betrayed by her best friend and her fiance. The strong headed girl went for the war immediately without giving the bastard couple a second glance, but still destroying their whole life after this day. Because of a technical glitch caused by the jealousy of the king which cost her, her life and she transmigrate to the blue plant(earth) with her 4 team leaders passing through a blackhole. Rong jingyu had a hard life, being hated by her whole family, misunderstood by everyone as a jinx for eating her father's life and finally died in the hands of the person whom she trusted the most . Her cousin and her childhood sweetheart. Leaving behind a sickly mother and a pityful brother. The strongest woman took her place and swore to get back what rightfully belongs to her and give back everything that she and her family suffered in the hands of her grandmother, her uncles' family and that green tea couple with a super diligent space with billions of supplies and resources, super exotic crops and food from the previous plant. She also retained her previous superpowers as well as able to connect to her previous loyal army leaving the previous planet as an empty shell without any security. She took her family with the billions of supplies and her loyal army to build her own super business and again be the strongest and the wealthiest woman in the blue planet. He, Gong zhanchen , mysterious, cold-blooded, ruthless, untouchable, no one knew where he came from five years ago and just scooped up the whole business world establishing his own multi-trillion business empire. All most , none saw his real face since many, really couldn't afford to see him. But, he really seemed to be searching for something or someone!? .... Gong zhanchen eyes seemed to turn red when he saw the same face and sensed the exact same aura emanating from her " got you! " He whispered under his mouth staring at the girl. ..... Few years later- Gong zhanchen went inside the washroom, picked up a washboard and came back outside and kneeled before a beautiful woman sitting on the bed ignoring him. "Wife! I'm sorry! I know it's my fault. I shouldn't have lose control and gone out of limit last night." Saying this he suddenly smirked. " But didn't you enjoy it too? I can still hear your excited screaming voice from last night " The woman suddenly flushed and glared at him. Pointing a finger towards the door outside " Tonight! Your sleeping OUT in the living room sofa " ....... let's join Rong jingyu on her adventure and finding out from the hidden secrets behind her rebirth to eliminating all the hidden dangers lurking in the dark . sorry if I have some/many grammar mistakes. English is not my first language and this is purely my own fantasy. I don't own the cover picture but I own the story.

The Princess of Aetherion, Philia, was born of light—an angel raised with the hope of becoming an Arch Angel. But fate had other plans. To secure peace between realms, she was offered in marriage to the King of the Abyss, Azazel—a demon of darkness, power, and cruelty. She never deserved such a fate, and yet she bore it with grace. For the sake of her people, she left behind her home, her wings of light… and her dreams. The Abyss devours all that enters it. And Azazel seemed to enjoy watching her fall. But peace was never what he wanted. He didn’t marry her for peace. He married her because she was his ------------ “Hush,” he whispered into her ear. Tears spilled freely from her closed eyes. She didn’t dare to open them—not with his breath on her neck, not with his darkness pressing against her so completely. And still… she endured. “Stop crying, Princess,” Azazel murmured. “Let’s enjoy the night.” He wrapped her in his arms like a hunter claiming a dove from its cage. Her wings trembled, pinned beneath the weight of his hold. She fought to move, to resist—her breath sharp, her body tense—but his strength didn’t falter. He never let go. Not now. Not ever. One hand slid over her waist, firm, possessive, reverent. The other tilted her chin upward, forcing her tear-stained face into the dim light—where every demon present could see what she had become. “Let me in, my bride,” he whispered, brushing his lips against her ear. Power bloomed—dark and suffocating—surging against her defenses like a tide. It coiled inside her, trying to consume her, force her body to surrender. But she resisted. Her light did not break. Not yet. “Still so stubborn,” Azazel muttered, amused. His voice was low with something more than hunger. “Let them watch, Philia. Aetherion is watching. This is your only chance… to show them who you truly are.” His hand moved again, grazing over her skin like the curse. His grip tightened. "What you are... is mine."

“Crowd-nim, what to do when you meet the chaotic monster of your creation?! Please give me helpful answers only because I think my protagonist wants me dead!” World’s Most Hated Awakener… That was the name of my story. Yoon JieMi was the bloodthirsty protagonist I created—and rewrote—twenty times. In every version, he was a monster: unhinged, mind-broken, terrifyingly beautiful. And in every version, he died alone. After being hit by a truck, now I’m inside his world. Worse? I’ve been assigned a ridiculous system— [Dangerous Male Lead Rehabilitation System] —with a panicking AI named QQ screaming in my ear: “Host-nim, please do something to calm him down! QQ is scared!” My mission? Save JieMi before he loses what’s left of his mind… or destroys the world. Here’s the problem, I don’t know which version of him this is. The cold one who kills for fun? The lonely one who burns everything to feel something? Or the misunderstood monster who died for the world? All I know is… The man I now depend on is the monster I created. What to do?! What to do?! “All this crying because I threw you into a den of monsters… Do you want me to kiss it better, Dove?” – Yoon JieMi.

I died in war... Or so I thought... On death's door, I was met by my sworn enemy. By the Church of Masse, the god-forsaken people that had taken everything. The people who secretly orchestrate the world by strings. My father's people. Yet they took me, honed me into a weapon of destruction, into a tool. But now I'll end them all, even if it's the last thing I'll do.

My assistant would never shut up about [The Fallen Swordmaster] He’s six years older than me, yet he clings to that story like a lifeline, praising every chapter as if it were holy scripture. I, on the other hand, had no patience for novels. After all, I’d already cracked the world’s toughest mysteries before I even turned twenty—fiction paled in comparison. But if my assistant was so obsessed, maybe this story would interesting. I dove in, skeptical but curious. It didn’t take long for my skepticism to harden into disappointment. Bland storylines. Characters that felt like cardboard cutouts. And when they finally did show some promise? It was completely ruined. I gave it two chapters—no more. That was all the time I was willing to waste. Then, as I was about to close the tab and move on, an email pinged into my inbox. 'Another case?' I thought, a flicker of excitement lighting up my mind. "Cases that will excite me like no other? A mystery that I can't solve? Well, if you put it that way… of course I have to accept."

“You can hate me, Keira. Doesn’t change the fact that you’re mine.” Keira Anastasya lives by one rule: never get tangled up with dangerous men. But then a mysterious letter crashes into her life, stamped with the name that could wreck everything: Rayan Alverdine, CEO of Imperium Tech cold as ice, with a reputation that cuts deeper than any blade. One deal. One year of forced marriage. One cruel bargain that saves her family… but shackles her freedom. Keira's no dove to be subdued. And Rayan? He's not one to quit. Behind fake smiles and billion-dollar business, they're playing a ruthless game of power and desire took fierce to qualify as business, too lethal to qualify as love. Because in this war of lies and smoldering stares, the only law they break is: never fall in love with your enemy.

O sei vittima o carnefice. Per il mondo, o sei bianco, o sei nero. Resta a te la scelta. Ma, tutti si macchiano. Chi col sangue e chi col senso di colpa. Veniamo costruiti da pensieri, azioni, verità e bugie. Quale tra queste è riconducibile alla vera realtà di noi stessi? Ogni vita ha il proprio peso ed ogni errore ha la sua conseguenza. Solo obbligandoti ad affrontare la realtà puoi andare avanti. E se non lo fai tu, tocca farlo ad un giudice. Quando ti ritrovi in un posto dove ciò che hai fatto ti viene messo su un tavolo non puoi nasconderti dietro alla negazione. Bisogna affrontare ciò che rimane. Ovvero te stesso, il freddo e la polvere di una cella. Fra vendette, bugie, verità, finzione, giustizia, sbarre, sbagli, colpe, manipolazioni, violenze, ideologie e segreti, tutto condurrà ad un'unica realtà dei fatti. Angeli dannati in cerca di emozioni e demoni disperati in cerca di pace. Lei, vittima del pericolo. Lui, vittima del crimine. ©copyright,tutti i diritti riservati

"You're back!" Elara sprang from the wooden bench near the door as her brother stepped inside, bruised and bleeding. "Caelum, what happened this time?" she gasped, rushing to his side. Caelum Solis, a lean young man with tousled brown hair and piercing blue eyes, winced as he slumped into a chair. "Nothing new. Just a couple of thugs who wanted my coin more than I did," he muttered. They lived alone—just the two of them. He was all she had left, and she was the reason he kept going. Though he’d trained enough to pass the Guild’s physicals, his damaged mana core had left him stranded at F-rank, doing odd jobs no real adventurer wanted. Finding lost pets. Cleaning stables. Picking herbs. Barely scraping by. Elara, though gifted, suffered from a mana sickness that slowly stole her sight. Her treatment was expensive, and Caelum pushed himself to the brink just to afford the basics. Still, it was never enough. That night, as he tucked her into bed, he whispered, “Tomorrow, I’ll change everything.” --- At the edge of a newly discovered dungeon, Caelum stood behind a party of stronger adventurers. They snickered. “Dead weight’s here,” one said under his breath. He ignored them. He always did. Darius Flint, the B-ranked leader, raised a hand. “Standard sweep. It’s marked D-rank, but stay alert.” They entered the cave-like dungeon, and at first, everything was simple. Feral goblins. Weak beasts. The team barely broke a sweat. Caelum trailed behind, hauling gear. Only one person treated him kindly—Arianne Vale, a C-ranked healer with silver hair and a sharp tongue for bullies. Hours passed. Then the dungeon began to tremble. “Is it collapsing?” someone asked. “No... it’s shifting,” Darius muttered. “Stay close.” Then came the roar—deep, guttural, wrong. Darius's face paled. “Retreat! Everyone fall back!” But the floor gave way. They dropped into a massive chamber ringed with statues holding weapons. In the center, blazing with living fire, was the Pyroclasm—a beast of flame and fury. People panicked. Two adventurers made a break for the exit and were instantly decapitated by the animated statues. “Form a circle!” Darius barked, but chaos had already taken hold. A statue lunged. Caelum grabbed Arianne and dove aside. “Behind us!” he shouted. Adventurers were being cut down left and right. Desperate, Caelum yelled, “Run toward the Pyroclasm!” “Are you insane?” someone cried. “We’ll die either way!” Dragging Arianne, he sprinted forward. The Pyroclasm shrieked and surged toward him—then vanished into him. Caelum screamed as fire tore through his veins. His body writhed, burning... then exploded in a shockwave. The statues faltered. “Flame adaptation: mastered.” He rose. Flames clung to him like armor. Statues charged. He raised his hand—and fire answered. Explosions. Destruction. “Golems destroyed. Leveling up.” As silence fell, he collapsed, still smoldering. “Heal him!” Darius shouted. Arianne was already by his side.

She never meant to fall in love with her best friend… but feelings don’t ask for permission. Raven keeps her heart hidden behind silence and shadows. Dove is a burst of color, all laughter and sunshine. They’ve been inseparable since freshman year, but Raven’s secret—that she’s in love with Dove—has been eating her alive. When Dove, completely unaware, sets Raven up with a kind boy named Henry, Raven says yes to protect them both. But some truths don’t stay buried forever. As hearts get tangled and friendships are tested, Raven’s confession changes everything. And in the fallout, even Dove begins to wonder if the way she feels about Raven is more complicated than she thought. A quiet girl. A radiant best friend. A secret that won’t stay secret.

"This jinx! What a jinx!" Years ago, a terrible accident left her grandmother crippled. Since then, no one had heard from her parents. Naturally, the villagers blamed the girl—Ye Lianhua, the cursed child. So when she collapsed suddenly in the middle of the square, they gathered around, pointing fingers, cursing her, and watching with cold eyes. Only one person cried for her. Her grandmother, now an old woman in her early sixties, knelt beside her unconscious body, begging for help. Suddenly— “Host… Welcome to your new world. System transfer failed. Host… wake up.” A robotic voice echoed in Ye Lianhua's ears. “What the hell is that noise?” she muttered, shifting lazily in her sleep. Hearing her speak, the crowd went silent. Then chaos. “The jinx isn’t dead?” one woman shouted, cracking open her groundnuts. “Is it her ghost?!” another shrieked. The crowd screamed and stumbled back in panic. Lianhua yawned, rubbed her eyes, and sat up slowly. “Where the hell am I? Wasn’t I just fooling around with six guys in a hotel suite?!” Screams. Confusion. Then— “Host, welcome to your new world. Due to a bug in the system, you have been transferred into the Ping Dynasty… with a Farming System.” WHAT?! Ye Lianhua, a carefree city girl who spent her days traveling, flirting, and living the high life, suddenly finds herself dumped into the body of a village outcast in an ancient dynasty. No phone. No food. Just dirty peasants, a suspiciously hostile village, and… a Farming System? With zero farming skills and an attitude problem, she’ll have to dig, plant, and scheme her way to survival—because dying again? Not on her watch. Enemies? Check. Snarky system voice? Check. Cursed reputation, tragic grandma, spirit chickens, and mysterious seeds? Double check. Can Ye Lianhua go from village jinx to divine farmer… or will this bugged system sow the seeds of her downfall?

RISE OF THE PHOENIX She’s a diamond to him… but a jinx to others. “I want her,” said the aloof voice, slicing through the hushed murmurs of the grand hall. The Empress rose from her throne, fury flashing in her eyes. “Regent, isn’t that rude? This is my son’s coronation and wedding!” “That doesn’t stop me from getting what I want,” he replied, his voice cold, his gaze fixed like a predator who had already claimed his prize. A ripple of unease spread through the court. Who is he — this man feared even by kings? Who is she — the girl branded a jinx, yet desired by the kingdom’s most dangerous man? And why her? Some say fate favors the bold. Others say it toys with the cursed. In a world of crowns, betrayals, and buried secrets, one woman’s destiny could ignite a rebellion… or burn an empire to ash. Discover the truth in Rise of the Phoenix.

Smoke and ashes arises with it's land scorched to the ground. The final dragon that has yet to fall, and was injured badly and bravely confronted his enemy. A man that was quite exhausted but still have a stamina left to spare, his mana was exhausted and the blackness of potion makes him injured even if it's slightly. He wielding a blooded sword and worn a dark cloak confronting the dragon diagolas, the king of the mogdral clan of zaigan continent. Even with a heavy breath, diagolas spoke to the mysterious man with rage and hatred in his eyes. "accurse human... How dare you invade my territory! No matter how strong you are, you have to pay the price for trespassing my land!" The dragon breathe a blazing storm of flame but the man swiftly evaded it and rush towards (drag name) and he thrust the swords towards his weakness by jumping towards the 'inverse scale' and plunge it with his sword, stealing the last remaining bit of Diagolas life. "you... You!....curse you human!.... " Until the meter bar above the dragon's head reached zero. After a few seconds a loud 'ting' within the man's area suddenly rang as a strange looking hologram shows up visibly in his eyes. The words in the holographic box-like screen. Announcement Congratulations player Lumian! Your the first person in the rankings to defeat the forsaken dragon diagolas Your deeds will be recorded in the 'library of fame'! "Ehh? The dungeon's collapsing? Isn't this 100th times already, looks like these bosses won't spawn again anymore but what luck! Look at this loot!"