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In his last life, Prince Aleric got cheated on, blamed for everything, and died like a dramatic side character. This time? He’s not falling in love. He’s marrying some exiled noble with no soul weapon, no personality, and no future. Kael Valen was supposed to be safe. Emotionless. Forgettable. Then Aleric accidentally awakened the ancient holy sword. Kael smiled. And the murders began. Turns out Kael is the reincarnated God of Destruction. He's also weirdly clingy, emotionally unstable, and thinks “acts of devotion” include blowing up palaces and baking terrible cookies. Now Aleric lives in a haunted mansion with his suspiciously affectionate husband, sits on the imperial throne without permission, and is constantly trying to stop Kael from killing people mid-tea. He wanted quiet revenge and financial security. What he got was a golden retriever husband with abandonment issues and a divine kill count. Aleric: “Kael, you can’t just behead people because they looked at me.” Kael, smiling with blood on his hands: “But you looked uncomfortable.”

I'm also uploading this on royalroad under the profile https://www.royalroad.com/profile/751665 You know Truck-kun. The chrome-gleaming, destiny-delivering cosmic entity responsible for everyone else's glorious second chances in a fantasy world. Well, I am Truck-kun. Or, rather, I was. Turns out, being the universe's busiest reincarnation service comes with a mountain of cosmic paperwork, an aggressively cheerful HR department, and absolutely zero paid vacation. One catastrophic "System Overload" and an "Unplanned Recall" later, I, the professional harbinger of plot, found myself unexpectedly isekai'd. Not as an overpowered hero, mind you, but as "Leo": a squishy, bipedal human with a horrifyingly intact consciousness, a pulse (ugh), and a brand-new body that hurts when I think about it. My new "life" comes with a glaring, glitchy HUD. Apparently, I'm now a "MAJOR VILLAIN" with a primary directive to "CAUSE PROBLEMS ON PURPOSE." Problem is, my powers—which basically turn me into a walking, accidental demolition derby—have a nasty habit of doing the exact opposite of villainy. I try to make a dramatic entrance, I accidentally save a bus full of orphans. I attempt grand larceny, I accidentally organize a charity bake sale. My "Villainy Points" are currently a dismal negative, while my "Hero Affection" keeps alarmingly skyrocketing. To make matters worse, the universe’s most annoyingly enthusiastic rookie hero, Solar Seeker (Warning: Excessive Hair Gel Usage), keeps showing up, convinced I'm some kind of misunderstood anti-hero. And don't even get me started on the system that keeps demanding I "commit an atrocity to continue" while simultaneously offering "Tax Evasion" as a villainous act. Meanwhile, the original Truck-kun (me, from another cosmic timeline) is still out there, rampaging across dimensions, causing the very reality I'm stuck in to glitch. So now, I, a former god of vehicular homicide, am stuck trying to be a villain, constantly failing upwards into accidental heroism, all while avoiding HR, actual villains, and the existential dread of having feet. Join Leo – the reluctant, burnt-out villain who just wants to clock out – as he navigates a world that refuses to let him be evil, proving that sometimes, the most spectacular failures lead to the most annoying amount of XP. Get ready for: System errors, accidental good deeds, heroes with bad knees, and a lot of grumpy monologuing.

He was a wolf in the shadows, destined to lead a hidden world. He was just a boy baking dreams into cinnamon rolls. Fate didn't ask if they were ready- it simply collided their worlds. A slow-burn, forbidden romance between an innocent baker and a dangerous wolf shifter

A mage from distant lands. Hated by the world, she carries its secrets to the lands of the immortal, the demonic and the divine, while being harassed by a certain Dark Lord. --- Author's note: I got bored so, I made this. My grammar isn't the best, plus I'm starting to suspect both my breaking keyboard and failing autocorrect is scheming against me, so sorry about that. I made this while drawing inspiration from my half-baked knowledge of different stuff I've read as well as a story I wrote in secret back in high school (that I never showed anyone, or finished). I wanted to include as many different things as I possibly could when i started writing this stuff which is probably why it is such a mess (especially the names. I wanted to use names from different places in the world, but it got confusing.) I don't want to offend anyone or make any statements on anything in my writing. It is mostly just for self-amusement. That being said, if you like it then good for you. And if you don't, then why are you still here? Shoo! Go! Get out of here! Anyways, enjoy! Oh look! My note is longer than the synopsis! Lets make it longer! Oh look, a butterfly! Whee! Byeeeee!

The strongest hero in the world… has no idea what the hell he’s doing. For five years, he wrote a fantasy webnovel about the most overpowered protagonist imaginable. A flawless, dramatic, world-shaking hero with a name so long it might actually summon something if said aloud. But after an untimely death, the author wakes up in the body of his own creation, Lucien Aetherion Valeforge, Archmage of the Ninth Flame, Scion of the World Tree, Savior of Realms, etc., etc. Now trapped in the very world he built, one riddled with plot holes, half-baked side quests, and a barely functional magic system, he has no choice but to pretend he knows what he’s doing. Unfortunately, the world isn’t playing along. The villain seems dangerously self-aware. The party he wrote as jokes now has real personalities, real problems, and real trauma. His most powerful spells come with side effects he never bothered to define. And worst of all? Everyone expects him to act like the perfect hero he never actually was. Armed with absurd power and absolutely zero preparedness, he’ll have to navigate his own unstable story, dodge his own writing mistakes, and try not to accidentally destroy the world he once created just for fun.

[Warning: You’re about to meet the laziest, dumbest, most annoying MC ever. If yelling at idiots brings you joy, or if watching someone waste insane opportunities is your idea of fun—this is your story.] "Automation isn’t enough of a cheat? Fine, guess I’ll automate CHEATING too," says Lu Sheng, a man so lazy he makes procrastination look like a martial art. Scammed in Hell and roped into working for the Hell Guardians, Lu Sheng’s only talent is avoiding work. Luckily, he somehow scored an Automated System that does all the fighting, thinking, and surviving for him. Now he can sit back, relax, and… oh, wait. Turns out even Hell can’t handle his laziness. From accidentally defeating bosses while taking naps to pissing off demons just by existing, Lu Sheng’s "efforts" bring chaos everywhere he goes. Will his half-baked plans backfire spectacularly, or will the universe just throw its hands up and let him win out of pure exhaustion? This is a story about a guy who cheats at cheating, somehow survives Hell, and makes you want to scream at him every step of the way. -------------------- #ACTION #ADVENTURE #SYSTEM #WEAKTOSTRONG #CULTIVATION #OVERPOWERED #TRANSMIGRATION #ISEKAI #KINGDOMBUILDING #XIANXIA Sorry, guys, no smut, no harem, no romance, no slice of life, no power of friendship. I would like to Thanks my Top 10 Fans - 1. @Aoki_kun, 2. @TheDNAlien, 3. @Philis213, @Shirokiyami, @Spare_4117, @Gideon_Salvatore, @Copper_Gaze, @77starblade, @Scyanicat and @John1c. Cover art AI generated.

Friendship is one of life's greatest treasures, a bond that grows stronger with time, laughter, and shared memories. As Mia and Sophia celebrate their special anniversary, it's a perfect moment to reflect on their joy and warmth that true friendship brings. From the little jokes that make them laugh until their sides hurt to the heartfelt conversations that remind them they were never alone, every moment has been a gift. Here's to the unwavering support, the countless adventures, and the simple yet profound comfort of knowing someone always has your back. Cheers to friendship, love, and the beautiful journey ahead! *Character Brief *Sophia* *Age: Early 20s *Personality: Gentle, introspective, empathetic. *Strengths: Deep emotional intelligence, a natural caregiver, good listener. *Weaknesses: Sometimes hides her struggles to avoid worrying others, can be too self-sacrificing. *Interests: Photography, journaling, cozy aesthetics, herbal teas. *Style: Soft, earthy tones; comfy sweaters; delicate jewelry. *Role in the friendship: The quiet emotional anchor. Sophia is the one who notices the small things, a change in tone, a pause too long, and always checks in. She’s the heart of the duo, often grounding their friendship with tenderness and wisdom. *Mia* Age: Early 20s *Personality: Outgoing, creative, loyal. *Strengths: Bold, thoughtful, loves big gestures, fiercely protective of those she loves. *Weaknesses: Can be impulsive, wears her heart on her sleeve, sometimes struggles with vulnerability. *Interests: Scrapbooking, baking, exploring bookstores, making playlists. *Style: Colorful and playful; statement earrings; comfy sneakers. *Role in the friendship: The sunshine and spark. Mia is expressive and passionate, the one who plans surprises, writes heartfelt notes, and turns birthdays into little festivals of love. She brings joy, color, and energy into their shared world. Together, Sophia and Mia form a beautifully balanced pair: Sophia is the stillness to Mia’s spark, and Mia is the color to Sophia’s calm. Their friendship is defined by deep understanding, emotional safety, and shared growth.

In the heart of the vast and mysterious Sahran Wastes, twelve-year-old Zayd lives a quiet life in the sun-baked village of Qalat, where ancient stories are passed down like heirlooms. But one evening, as the desert wind turns strange and the air carries the scent of smoke and honey, Zayd stumbles upon a glowing glass lamp buried in the sands—an object unlike anything he's ever seen. Drawn by a force he cannot explain, Zayd touches the lamp and is thrust into a surreal vision: a dark realm of stars, swirling light, and a shadowy figure who calls him "Bearer of the Flame." When the vision ends, the world is the same—but Zayd is not. As the flame awakens, old powers stir, and ancient prophecies begin to breathe again. Zayd doesn't understand what he's been chosen for—but one thing is clear: The desert is no longer silent. And Zayd's destiny has just begun.

Kaito Hattori - pastry chef who owns a little bakery. Daichi Nakano - wealthy customer obsessed with baked goods. A tale about two men who come from different worlds but manage to complete each other...

When Claire agrees to tag along with her childhood friend Emma to a pancake-making class, she expected nothing more than a few flour-streaked selfies and awkward small talk. But Instead, she meets Lucas—quietly observant and subtly charming. From mismatched baking attempts to spontaneous conversations, a gentle connection begins to form. But Claire isn’t looking for love—not yet. She’s still finding herself, especially with a prestigious graduate program in Copenhagen just around the corner, she didn’t know how to proceed with this new spark. Lucas, who is patient doesn’t push. He simply listens, stays, and lets their bond unfold in its own time. As Claire moves overseas, their relationship shifts from budding romance to long-distance connection, filled with late-night voice notes, quiet admissions, and the ache of missing each other. But time zones can’t hold back what they feel for each other, and when Claire returns, unexpectedly, she and Lucas must decide what comes next, especially after Claire was entangled with someone else in school.

In the glittering, snake-infested court of Ignis, where power was a double-edged sword and loyalty a rare gem, Selanthia Amaris Nyxveil stood as a legend cloaked in infamy. Known by many names—*The Hound of the Emperor*, **The Cursed Sword*, **The Witch of Nyxveil*, and *The Abandoned One*—she was a weapon forged by duty and sharpened by betrayal. For forty long years, she served as the Emperor’s blade, cutting down threats to the throne with ruthless precision. Yet, behind the cold steel and the icy gaze, Selanthia harbored no love for the crown or the vipers who surrounded it. She was a woman bound by fate, not choice. At 48, weary of the endless machinations of the court, Selanthia chose to retire. With no family to call her own, she left behind the gilded cage of Ignis for the simplicity of the countryside. Her dreams were modest: to bake sweet treats, tend to chickens, lose herself in books she’d never had time to read, and find solace in the quiet rhythm of church prayers. A peaceful, ordinary life—a stark contrast to the blood-stained path she had walked for decades. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. Just 28 hours into her newfound tranquility, Selanthia’s life was brutally cut short. Poisoned and attacked in the dead of night, she breathed her last beneath a cold, uncaring sky. Her final thoughts were not of vengeance or regret for the life she had led, but of the life she had never known. She wished for love, for a kind and handsome partner, for children whose laughter might have filled the void in her heart. She wished she had never taken up the sword, that she might have written a different ending to her tale. Yet, death was not the end. Selanthia awoke not in the afterlife but in a world both familiar and strange. Perched high in a cherry blossom tree, she was greeted by the voice of Rina, her long-dead confidante. Now, thrust into a bewildering new reality, Selanthia must unravel the threads of this strange second chance. Is this a cruel jest of the gods, a dream spun from her dying regrets, or something far more sinister? And why, of all people, THAT MAN—who disappeared without a word— is entangling with her always? As the petals of the cherry blossoms fall around her, Selanthia finds herself caught in a web of mystery, romance, and perhaps, redemption. But in this enchanted new life, where nothing is as it seems, can she unravel the twist of life brought forward by THAT MAN? Or will the shadows of her past rise to claim her once more?

Rey was just an ordinary student—until he died... and woke up in a world he thought he’d left behind forever: the world of The Hero’s Rise, the cringe fantasy novel he wrote years ago and abandoned in disgust. Now, trapped inside his own half-baked story, Rey has to deal with a broken world filled with unfinished quests, overpowered villains, and plot holes big enough to fall into. To make matters worse, the system that reincarnated him is pushy, relentless—and a little too obsessed with forcing him to "save the world." Rey also discovered something terrifying: The book he had written... was a living world of its own— And it felt real. Far too real...

I am Leo Chen, and I have walked the thin line between life and death in some of the world’s harshest environments. I once emerged from a dense, uncharted forest after days of foraging on wild roots and deciphering animal trails. I have braved the scorching dunes of a remote desert, where each sun-baked grain of sand threatened to sap my strength. I have stood atop ragged ice floes, where the wind howled like a vengeful spirit and every breath burned my lungs. I have even been cast away on an isolated island, where the sea tested my patience and my ingenuity. Through each trial, I learned that survival is not merely about enduring—it is about mastering the rules of the game itself.

By day, Ryan Bruce is a clumsy, lovable dad making school runs and packing lunches. By night, he’s Veltrix—ONYX CORE’s deadliest secret agent. But juggling PTA meetings and world-saving missions gets complicated fast when a rogue spy hijacks live TV, a mafia boss bakes bombs into pasta, and killer AI starts taking over the neighborhood. With his cover slipping and enemies closing in, Ryan must protect his family at all costs… and still be home in time for bedtime stories. This is just the beginning. Ryan’s war isn’t over—not by a long shot. With over 1,000 chapters planned, the spy-dad saga is only heating up.

Synopsis – Ashes in the Riverwind Genre: Slow Fantasy / Character-Driven Mystery / Soft Magic In the mist-laden valley of Thornepass, life drips by like water through moss: slow, steady, and tangled in silence. The village of Edenrock is old—not grand, not poor, just old. Its people live close to the soil and closer still to each other’s secrets. They hold festivals for the changing fruit. They write poems in the bark of birch trees. And though the world outside has shifted—grown louder, hungrier, more mechanical—Edenrock remains untouched, or so its residents would like to believe. Then comes Nerin, a pale stranger with scholar’s hands and a satchel of half-scorched journals. He claims to be a traveling apprentice-scribe, assigned to copy the local stories and dialects. But his silences stretch a little too long, his gaze lingers a little too much on the half-buried stone obelisks, and his dreams seem too vivid for a man who sleeps so little. Still, no one pays him much mind. The Festival of Stonefruit is approaching, and there are tents to mend, bread to bake, and gossip to spread. The real story does not begin with Nerin. It begins with a toothless dog that keeps digging in the orchard. It begins with a little girl who draws dreams she should not remember. It begins with water that tastes faintly of ash, and a wind that carries words no one speaks anymore. Ashes in the Riverwind is not about saving the world. It is about noticing the slow rot in the walls before they fall. It is about people whose lives are so quiet, they barely hear themselves unraveling. Magic, if it exists, does not announce itself. It hums beneath the floorboards. Some things in Edenrock were never buried deep enough.

The scent of vanilla and freshly baked bread curled through the morning air, soft and inviting—a stark contrast to the man standing outside the tiny pastry shop. Matteo De Luca didn’t belong in a place like this. Dressed in black, with a presence that swallowed the light around him, he was a jagged piece of the underworld pressed against the softness of something pure. He hadn’t meant to stop. Hadn’t meant to be drawn in. But there he was, watching the man behind the counter—flour dusting his fingers, lips pursed in concentration as he decorated a delicate éclair. A man who had no idea that with one glance, he had become an obsession. Luca should walk away. He should forget the warmth, the scent, the man who smelled like sugar and safety. But he wouldn’t. Because when a man like him wanted something, he took it. And right now? He wanted him. ---

Emily's life in the small town of Willow Creek was idyllic. She lived with her parents, Mark and Sarah, and her younger brother, Jack, in a cozy house on Elm Street. The sun-kissed streets were lined with oak trees, and the smell of freshly baked cookies wafted from her mother's kitchen. Emily's bright smile and infectious laugh made her a beloved figure in the community. But beneath the surface, Emily's world was about to shatter. She had always trusted her family implicitly, but a chance discovery would change everything.

A young woman, couldn't remember anything but the novel and her cooking/baking skills, reincarnated into a side-character that she didn't recognize, Alyce Fortesque. She was born from commoner parents, who disappeared, automatically tilting her an orphan commoner but grew to be more intelligent than other commoners. Despite her knowledge, she wanted to live a simple life in a cafe without attracting much attention. She knew the sequence of events but didn’t want to change anything knowing at the very end, peace and prosperity are achieved. One day, to Alyce’s surprise, a pregnant woman walked into her cafe. To her horror, it was the villainess! Despite knowing the terrible things that villainess does in the future, they become friends. After becoming friends, Alyce feels bad knowing the villainess’s sad fate. She wanted to at least and try to keep the villainess alive despite her past and future bad deeds. She manages to stop the bullying plan to the female protagonist led by the villainess. In the end, fate isn’t that easy to change. On the exact day, the villainess was supposedly supposed to die, she appears in front of Alyce’s cafe in labor. With help, Alyce manages to save the children through the dangerous pregnancy leading to the villainess’s death. Ever since that day, Alyce kept the children away from the nobles and the royal family. Of course, the prolonged avoidance didn’t last too long. Many years later, Alyce was threatened into going to a party with nobles hosted by the royal family with the children. Scared, she goes and has her first interaction with the female protagonist but, something seemed strange, and her children could sense it too. The female protagonist wasn’t hostile at all but oddly… friendly. She would do many things that’d bring up memories. Almost like she was trying to replace them. Why?

Once a fearsome Dark Lord who ruled with an iron fist and an unholy collection of enchanted weapons, Vexar has traded in his dark mantle for an apron, a rolling pin, and an overwhelming obsession with sourdough. After an undisclosed incident—likely involving a heroic duel, a very poorly timed betrayal, and possibly a broken enchanted sword—Vexar retired from world domination to open Vexar’s Very Good Buns, the finest bakery in the whimsical town of Dunderidge Crossing. But life as a humble baker isn't without its complications. Between accidentally scaring the townsfolk with his intimidating presence, accidentally using dark magic to heat the oven (again), and accidentally becoming embroiled in petty bakery rivalries and town politics, Vexar finds that running a peaceful little shop isn't as easy as tossing dough into a well-baked future. With a steady stream of quirky customers—including an old nemesis who insists on ordering pastries, a particularly sassy potion delivery courier, and the town's mysterious hero who keeps reappearing for scones—Vexar must learn to navigate the simple life while grappling with the occasional resurrection of ancient foes... all while ensuring the croissants come out golden and the jams are just right. Can a Dark Lord truly leave his past behind? Or is he destined to rise again—this time with a tray of muffins?

On the 10th anniversary of her guild's founding, Serys Larkwell stuns her friends and co-founders by announcing her retirement as vice captain. Known far and wide as an extraordinary healer, Serys now sets her sights on a new challenge: opening a bakery in the quaint town of Eldoria. As her guild grapples with the shock, Serys plunges into the world of flour, yeast, and confections. Will her skills and resilience as a healer translate into the delicate art of baking? Can she rise to the occasion, or will the siren call of adventure lure her back to the front lines of perilous quests? Join Serys on her day-to-day journey as a beginner baker. Watch her navigate the trials of perfecting pastries, forging bonds with the townsfolk, and discovering new forms of magic in the kitchen. As she crafts delectable treats, Serys faces the ultimate test: finding the joy and fulfillment in the simple, yet profound, art of baking.

When Shen Chenyu transmigrated, the original body had already been ruined by the protagonist, and married a blind and ugly boy with a disabled body and eyes. In front of him was a thatched cottage with air leaks everywhere, and on the bed was a prematurely delivered and unconscious husband, holding a freshly baked steamed stuffed bun in his arms. Fortunately, his Dimension Mall also followed, rice noodles, oil and salt, milk powder toys, panacea... everything. Seeing that the little days are getting better and better, and the family is getting richer and richer, it is inevitable that people will be jealous and jealous. In the ancient times of scholars, farmers, commerce and industry, only those who were strong enough would not be bullied. Shen Chenyu resolutely chose the road of imperial examination. Story and translation are not mine. All credits goes to the real owner. For offline purpose only. Author: 谢千钧

Welcome to Rosehill, a small town nestled in rolling hills and bathed in the scent of wildflowers, fresh bread, and something far more indulgent. On the surface, it’s a sleepy, postcard-perfect place. But those who stay long enough soon learn that Rosehill has a secret—and it’s not on any tourist map. When heartbroken food writer Elena Moreno stumbles into Rosehill looking for a quiet escape, she discovers more than she ever imagined: a seductive culinary underworld where passion is plated with every dish, and desire is the main ingredient. At the center of it all is Marco Bellamy, the enigmatic chef behind Bellamy’s Table, an invitation-only supper club where guests taste pleasures far beyond food. As Elena dives deeper into Rosehill’s steamy social circles—where baking classes become intimate affairs and herb gardens hold aphrodisiac secrets—she’s drawn into a web of deliciously tangled relationships. From the sensual energy between a local couple experimenting with food and fantasy, to a quiet gardener whose touch can melt even the coldest of hearts, Rosehill is a town where love is shared, boundaries are tested, and pleasure is always on the menu. But when old emotions resurface and hidden connections come to light, Elena must decide: is this her escape, or the beginning of something she never knew she needed?

Rosalie, a shy and ambitious baking blogger, has no idea she's being watched. As she begins to trust her charming professor, the lines between admiration and obsession blur, pulling her into a nightmare she never saw coming. Can she escape his grip, or will she be trapped in his twisted world forever? ⚠️Trigger & Content Warning⚠️ This story contains sensitive themes and explicit content that may not be suitable for all readers. It includes mentions of [abuse, violence, sexual content, non-consensual content etc.]. Reader discretion is advised. If you are sensitive to any of these topics, please proceed with caution or consider skipping this story for your well-being.

Eirian Vale was the legend no one knew. An anonymous prodigy in the world of competitive FPS games, she dominated the leaderboards and just walked away with the grand prize of the Terminal Apex Championship—ten million dollars now sitting pretty in her bank account. That is, until she tripped on a bag of frozen dumplings, hit her head on a table, and died. When she opens her eyes again, she finds herself in a sleek, neon-lit forest where glowing birds perch on magical power lines, and demons wear sunglasses. A voice—casual and awkward—descends from the sky: "Uh… sorry, we killed the wrong person." As compensation, the mysterious voice uploads her tournament stats directly into her body. Reflexes, aim, reaction time? All maxed out. Her gun? A laughable rusted relic that jams every third shot. With no quest, no guide, and only her half-baked sarcasm to carry her, Eirian must survive this monster-ridden modern fantasy world where the rules of reality bend like rubber.

A late-night bakery. A moody baker. And cookies that taste like feelings. Tucked into a quiet corner of old Tokyo, there’s a bakery that only comes alive after dark. Its name is Moonlight Crumbs, and every night at exactly 9:00 PM, a warm, golden scent curls through the air, pulling in lost souls and night wanderers. At the heart of it all is Elias Greywood, a quiet man who bakes to forget. Each cookie he makes unknowingly carries a trace of his emotions — his joy, his sorrow, his longing for a home that no longer feels like home. Customers swear his cookies taste like memories they forgot they had. Elias just thinks he’s bad at following recipes. What Elias doesn’t know is that his family’s old house — the machiya he still calls home — has a secret. Something ancient sleeps beneath its floors, something that remembers his parents, remembers every tear and every laugh poured into their baking.

**Synopsis** On his 42nd rebirth cycle, Edmund discovers a missing gear from his mechanical heart—embedded in the wedding ring of his mortal enemy, the Saintess Cecilia. "Dear nephew, this is how you code deicide." Uncle Joachim's biomechanical maggots scuttle across the family mausoleum's monitors, replaying his childhood crayon sketches of matricide tutorials. The Luminarium Sanctum's indulgences vending machine promotes: [Patricide Enlightenment Package - Free Parenting Guide Included] [Genocide Ascension Plan - 20% Off Limited Offer]. His system menu remains eternally stuck on surreal choices: A. Bake wedding cake with mother-in-law's ashes B. Teach your Mechanized Wolf Spirit to tell hellish jokes C. Carve divorce papers onto the Saintess' spine When Cecilia's Purification Blade pierces his chest for the seventh time, Edmund finally deciphers the childhood love letter engraved on its hilt—the same deicide blueprint he tucked into her cradle during Cycle Three. "Ill pick Option D." He crushes the strawberry-flavored virus capsule hidden in Margaret's final breath, severing Yggdrasil's umbilical cord amidst Joachim's maniacal laughter. As the reboot countdown begins, Cecilia's bloodstained wedding gown dissolves into data streams, revealing the truth: his "fated enemy" is a twin godkilling protocol written by his mother, and their endless cycles are mere glitches in the family's childcare simulator. Now Edmund stands before the sandbox clutching a pink plastic shovel, the system prompt blinking for the 10,086th time: [Choose: Godslayer / Groom / Joachim's Eternal Best Man]. Meanwhile, Cecilia's quantum womb gestates Paradox Entity-42—this time, their child might outpace the gods themselves.

“IF life gives you lemons, well then, you’re god.” At least that’s what I wrote in my middle school diary, hoping it would be some kind of life mantra. Fast forward 15 years, and apparently, my childish optimism is the least of my worries. I’m now trapped in the novel I wrote as a kid. And no, I didn’t dream this up. There’s no way I imagined the high school drama, the ridiculous fantasy world, and—most importantly—the absurdly cliché plotline of some random teenager becoming a hero by… well, not being an idiot. But here I am. Caught between pages, awkwardly stuck in the world of my imagination where I’m supposed to be a minor character who dies in chapter three. Yeah. Real great, right? And here’s the kicker: It’s not like life (or the "god" of this world, which, let’s be honest, feels a lot like life at this point) is giving me some great power or destiny. No, no, no. Life’s throwing the equivalent of lemons at me, and I have no idea how to make lemonade. I mean, seriously? This world was supposed to be an adventure, full of magic, mythical creatures, and an epic storyline. But instead, I'm stuck here watching the “real” protagonist—who’s probably off saving the world—while I try to figure out how to not get killed by a random monster in the middle of a forest. Is this my punishment for writing a half-baked novel as a kid? Probably. But whatever it is, I’m going to have to deal with it. There’s just one problem—if I want to survive this insane mess, I need to rewrite my own fate. And rewriting this world is a hell of a lot harder than I thought. Can I survive in a story where I’m not supposed to exist? And more importantly—what if I can change the plot entirely?

In the heart of a vast and fertile land, nestled amidst rolling hills and lush meadows, stood the grand mansion of the De Lolce family. This stately home belonged to Duke Castel and Duchess Aerwyna, a couple whose reputation preceded them throughout the entire nation of Philippeldephia. Duke Castel was celebrated far and wide as the most brilliant scientist in the country, his mind teeming with discoveries that pushed the boundaries of what was possible. In contrast, Duchess Aerwyna was renowned for her culinary prowess, her dishes and baked goods the very definition of perfection, sought after by the elite of the land. Three years into their blissful marriage, their joy knew no bounds when Aerwyna gave birth to triplets. Yet, their happiness was cruelly snatched away when the babies, too weak to survive, passed away shortly after entering the world. The grief was unbearable, and neither Castel nor Aerwyna could reconcile with the tragedy that had befallen them. The halls of their mansion, once filled with dreams of a bright future, were now heavy with sorrow. But Duke Castel, a man driven by the relentless pursuit of knowledge, refused to accept fate’s verdict. One fateful night, he conceived a daring experiment—one that could defy the natural order and bring their children back from the brink of death. In the dim glow of his laboratory, surrounded by beakers and vials of mysterious substances, he worked tirelessly, driven by a desperate hope. Finally, the moment arrived. Castel was on the verge of success, his hands trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. But in a single, fateful moment, as he reached for the final component, his hand accidentally knocked over a set of strange chemicals. The colorful liquids spilled across the lab table, seeping into the lifeless bodies of the three infants. In an instant, something extraordinary began to happen. The triplets, instead of merely returning to life, started to change. Their small forms absorbed the spilled concoction, and they became something... different. The experiment had gone awry, and the results were beyond anything Castel could have predicted. From that night onward, the De Lolce mansion became the stage for a series of unexpected events, as the once-ordinary lives of Castel and Aerwyna took a turn toward the extraordinary—all because of a single, accidental spill that altered the course of their family’s destiny. Note: This is more like a long script rather than a novel type.

Gods, it was boiling in this useless excuse for a kingdom. Or maybe it felt that way because Celaena Sardothien had been lounging on the lip of the terra-cotta roof since midmorning, an arm flung over her eyes, slowly baking in the sun like the loaves of flat-bread the city’s poorest citizens left on their windowsills because they couldn’t afford brick ovens. And gods, she was sick of flatbread—teggya, they called it.

In the heart of a bustling city, amidst the aroma of freshly baked bread and delicate pastries, Lily Thompson finds herself entangled in a web of desperation and moral conflict. Raised in her family's small-town bakery, Lily's life was once filled with the comforting rhythms of tradition and love. But when her father's death and her mother's illness threaten to crumble their legacy, Lily is forced to leave her dreams behind and seek stability in the city. At "Sweet Beginnings," a prestigious bakery known for its culinary excellence, Lily becomes an indispensable part of the team under the demanding eye of Mr. Bennett. Yet, the weight of her family's financial struggles and her mother's declining health never leaves her mind. One fateful evening, Lily stumbles upon an open safe in Mr. Bennett's office, revealing a tempting stash of cash—a potential lifeline for her family. Torn between her integrity and the desperate need to provide for her loved ones, Lily succumbs to temptation, taking small amounts to ease their burdens. Each act of theft brings temporary relief but also heightens the risk of discovery, threatening to unravel the life she has painstakingly built. Caught in a precarious balance between right and wrong, Lily's journey is one of internal turmoil and high stakes. As she navigates the duality of her existence—dedicated employee by day, reluctant thief by night.