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I died. Not heroically. Not tragically. Just... stupidly. Being bombed by a dumb fucker for something I didn't even do. And now? I’ve transmigrated. Not into some epic fantasy. Not into some genius magician. Nope. I woke up inside the flop novel my best friend wrote—the one I “improved” by butchering into a game. The catch? I’m not the protagonist. Not even the villain. I’m Rael Von Ashborn—the dumb extra who gets executed in chapter one after drunkenly kissing the Female lead's mom. Yeah. That guy. Now I have few days to live. Unless I can somehow unlock a good class and dodge the wrath of a psychopathic duke with a grudge and a god-tier class. Oh, and did I mention my maid’s a gorilla? Right. Welcome to hell. ____________________ [Hey readers! This is just a teaser for my new novel. I’ll start regular updates from July 10th, but till then, enjoy these first three chapters.] ____________________ [Discord Server -https://discord.gg/Pu5JUj75VR ]

The clock on my bedroom wall ticked past midnight, its soft clicks drowned out by the growl of my stomach. I, Haruto Tanaka, high school second-year and self-proclaimed master of procrastination, was facing a crisis of epic proportions: I was starving. Not just “I could eat a snack” starving, but “I might sell my soul for instant ramen” starving. “Ugh, why didn’t I grab something after club?” I groaned, flopping onto my bed. The kendo club had run late, and I’d been too lazy to stop by the convenience store. Now, my fridge was a barren wasteland, and my wallet was crying somewhere under a pile of manga. As I stared at the ceiling, a wild idea struck me. “What if… I summon food?” I sat up, grinning like an idiot. Okay, hear me out. Last week, I’d found this weird old book in the school library’s “do not borrow” section. It was called The Grimoire of Minor Conveniences, and it had spells for stuff like “find lost socks” or “make your tea the perfect temperature.” I’d skimmed it during

From golden boy to public disgrace. lukas mullers's career nosedived after a high-profile transfer turned him into a flop. With his reputation in ruins and his personal life in shambles, he’s trying to prove everyone wrong.

Betrayed at the peak of his power, Martial Emperor Ling Tian fell before ascending to godhood. His closest allies, his beloved, and even fate itself turned against him. For 10,000 years, his soul wandered in torment, reliving his death endlessly—until he was reborn in the body of a crippled young master in a lower realm. Armed with memories of his past life, forbidden techniques, and a will unshaken by fate, Ling Tian embarks on a path of vengeance, power, and love. But as he rises again, he discovers an ancient curse binds him—one that dooms every woman he loves and every world he conquers. To break free, he must defy destiny itself. Will he rule the heavens, or will fate claim him once more?

Following the destruction and war of the otherworldly kingdom, Magicae, Princess Jessicaria heads to the Land of Nymphs to attend the prestigious Magic School of Astellan and finds herself facing against powerful foes along with her newly found friends, The Knights of Astellan Sequel to Fairy and Fairy Hunter P.S VOLUME 1 TAKES PLACE 8 YEARS AFTER (VOLUME TWO FAFH if you haven’t read Fairy and Fairy Hunter this might not make sense, so I recommend reading that first. (A lot of chapters of the Fairy and Fairy hunter are kinda badly written chapters, but I was in my flop-no-good-novel-writing era. But please read that first and try to make sense of it (though edits will be implemented in due time)

Look, I didn’t ask to be broke in two worlds. In real life, I’m a nobody. A part-time convenience store worker and an unknown YouTuber with twelve subscribers. One of them is my mom. The other eleven? Probably bots. In Systemverse Online—the world's biggest VRMMORPG—I expected to become a legend. Instead? I got no starter kit, no system, and I spawned in wearing sandals. Ever seen a mage in flip-flops? Neither had I. Then I accidentally defeated a toxic player, and boom—something inside me unlocked. A system? No. Something better. I got a System that devours other systems. I don’t gain skills—I steal them. I don’t grow—I consume. You’ve got a cheat ability? Great, now I do too. Permanently. Now I’m rising through the ranks under everyone’s radar. Selling weird items, confusing top players, casually building a kingdom, and giving NPCs existential crises. One of them tried to confess her love. Another wants me to pay taxes. A third asked, “Am I real, or just code?” Bro, I don’t even know if I’m real anymore. But here's what I do know: I'm done being weak. I'm done being broke. And I’m absolutely done losing. I’ll devour everything—skills, systems, secrets, and eventually... this entire game. ———————————————— ⚠️ WARNING: No NTR No Yaoi No Yuri Only madness, power gains, polygamy, chaos, and NPCs who might accidentally fall in love Our MC is straight, smart, and not here to simp ———————————————— #SystemDevourer #OPMC #GameWorldGoneWrong #KingdomBuilding #ComedyAction #NPCsHaveFeelingsToo #NoNTR #StraightMCOnly #FourthWallShattered #WeakToBroken

Fencing Ghost: The Invisible Blade of Our School “She was never weak. Just invisible.” Everyone thinks she's a weirdo. A cold, awkward girl who always fails when it matters. In fencing class, she stumbles. In magic drills, she flops. Her name is Aisaka Riku, and no one trusts her—not classmates, not teachers, not even herself. But in the shadows of the school, away from eyes and judgment, she is something else entirely — a master fencer with magic so powerful it could tear through reality. Her only curse? Her magic disappears the moment someone watches. Trained by a strict master and quietly supported by one true friend, Riku secretly defends the school from invisible threats that no one else can see — magical anomalies known as “The Watchers,” feeding on fear and disbelief. She wants nothing more than to be seen, to be believed in, to be happy. And yet... no matter how hard she tries to protect everyone, to earn their trust, they only ever see a failure. So when the pressure of isolation breaks her and peace proves meaningless, she stops asking to be accepted. She stops hoping to be loved. She chooses violence — not for revenge, but because it’s the only language the world seems to respond to. And so begins the tale of a girl who fought for others in silence… until she started fighting for herself in fury.

“CONGRATS, Miss Baek— you’re pregnant with South Korea’s #1 Hunter’s baby!” Baek Gyubin, the leader of a flopped Kpop girl group, is beyond shocked after hearing that she's carrying Hunter Han Wooju’s baby in her womb. And to be informed that she's pregnant as a twenty-five-year-old virgin? That's crazy! It's even crazier that her ‘baby daddy’ is the Guildmaster of Blue Dragon— the strongest guild at the moment. Plus, Hunter Han Wooju is the CEO of a luxury shopping mall and a known member of Korea’s W1 Trillion Club. In short, Hunter Han Wooju is way out of Gyubin's league! “How did I get pregnant with your baby, Hunter Han Wooju?” Gyubin asked awkwardly. And then she remembered THAT incident, causing her to gasp out loud. “Is it because I ate your dragon ball?!” Wooju let out a long sigh. “Miss Baek, it was an egg and not a ‘dragon ball.’”

Ciry’s life was auctioned off like a shiny trinket—to him. Ryu Hoshira. The world knows him as a dazzling A-list celebrity, dripping with charm, wealth, and dangerous good looks. But behind the paparazzi flashes and red-carpet smiles, he hides a darker truth: he’s the secret boss of Hoshira Gumi, Japan’s most feared underground syndicate. And now? He’s her fiancé. Sold off by her family in a twisted business deal, Ciry is shoved into the spotlight as Ryu’s future bride. But love? No, thank you. Her heart already belongs to another man. So she does what any reasonable woman forced into a fake fairytale would do—she plots to ruin it. Pajamas? Check. Flip-flops? Absolutely. Neon green hair? Why not! She’s ready to make a spectacle of herself, to humiliate both Ryu and her family's expectations. Ciry is hellbent on becoming the worst bride in history, a chaotic storm Ryu will want nothing to do with. But here's the problem… Ryu doesn’t get scared easily. Instead of recoiling, he smirks. Instead of canceling the wedding, he leans in closer. Every disastrous plan she hurls at him only tightens his grip—and what’s worse, it chips away at her own resolve. Will Ciry succeed in destroying her own marriage and running back to the love of her life? Or will Ryu's charm and power unravel her carefully laid plans, making her question everything she thought she knew about love, loyalty, and fate?

Four students vanished in Tokyo’s red-light district. No footage. No leads. Just silence. The Horne family sent one man to find them. He didn’t come for answers. He came to make the silence bleed. Edward Horne was just another foreign student in Tokyo - until he disappeared without a trace in Kabukicho, Japan’s most surveilled neighborhood. No cameras. No witnesses. No explanation. When the call reaches Montana, the family sends one man. Silas Horne. The black sheep. The exile. Six-foot-two of flip-flops, bad attitude, and buried bloodlines. Behind the Hawaiian shirt is a warrior forged in silence—born to a legacy that once shattered the Wuxia underworld from Korea to China. That world is waking up again.

I went to bed a broke, washed-up ex-soldier with a beer gut and a thousand-yard stare. I woke up inside a cryo-tank, being rebuilt by a four-million-year-old, flip-flop-wearing AI bombshell who calls herself my wife. Now I’ve got a year before I’m reborn into the perfect war machine… While she builds a planet-sized spaceship army, upgrades her own body, and preps to conquer the galaxy—because, apparently, she’s bored. Our enemies? Every government, mega-corp, and god in the known universe. Our plan? Total f*cking war. Welcome to Project: Apex. Hope you brought body armor. And emotional damage insurance.

Lugh Everveil was a slick 20-year-old heartthrob, born with a silver spoon and a grin that could melt glaciers, ruling the city’s penthouse scene like a prince of mischief. He’d frittered away cash on epic nights and epic fights, a carefree king—until the universe dropped a bombshell bigger than a blockbuster twist! See, Lugh wasn’t just some rich kid—he was a transmigrated genius, zapped into a web novel world where he was scripted as the villain doomed to flop. But with a Wishing System dishing out one daily wish (and a cheeky curse that doubled the loot for his foes), Lugh turned the tables in his first go-round, leaving the story in hilarious tatters. Fate wasn’t amused—it hit rewind, cursed his wishes, and flung him back to the starting line! Now, Lugh’s strutting through this reborn chaos, armed with wit sharper than a blade and a system quirkier than a sitcom. He’s rewriting destiny with flair—dodging rivals, dazzling the crowd, and laughing all the way to the top. Buckle up, world—Lugh Everveil’s stealing the spotlight, and this tale’s about to get a riotous remix!

Born in the ashes of betrayal, Xu Mingyan was a no-name orphan meant to die forgotten — until his village was razed, his bloodline erased, and a cursed shard whispered from the ruins. Now cast into the heartless world of cultivation, where sects wage war behind polite smiles and disciples kill for scraps of power, Mingyan claws his way into the decaying Crimson Soul Sect — a place where pain is currency and death is a lesson. He has no master. No background. No cultivation method. Only a soul-deep hatred, a cursed relic that feeds on agony… …and a broken system that twists fate and rewrites destiny. But fate won’t be rewritten without a price. As mysteries of his past unravel and powerful enemies rise from the shadows, This is not a tale of smooth ascension. This is the story of a man who bleeds to survive, kills to protect, and burns to ascend — or to drag the heavens down with him. Enemies to lovers. Dark system. Cursed cultivation. Twisted sects. Slow-burn harem. No plot armor. No peace. He doesn’t chase fate. He redefines it. I’m terrified this might flop... but I’ll keep writing anyway. Maybe one day I will understand what readers want and what I can—or cannot—write. Heaven's Error: The Eternal Mockery is an original work written by Me. This novel is not a translation and is purely a product of my imagination. I do not allow anyone to translate, reproduce, or use any part of this novel without my express permission. All rights to this work are reserved.

Working on revising chapters. *** Ruen is sent to another world after tripping on a flip-flop. Some wacky events lead him to being transported to a different world. How might he overcome these drastic changed and rule?

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"Author of the Multiverse" Lin Xian was a failed author—rejected, broke, and ready to give up on life. But fate had other plans. Waking up in an interstellar civilization where planets are ruled by cultivators, vampires, supernatural beings, and monstrous creatures, he finds himself bound to the Author System—a mysterious force that turns his novels into reality. Every story he writes shapes the world. Every character, weapon, or technique he creates materializes somewhere in the universe. The catch? He needs popularity points to survive. The more readers he gains, the stronger his creations become. If his books flop, so does his life. Armed with an impossibly customizable AI assistant and a pen that can rewrite reality, Lin Xian must rise from an unknown writer to the legendary Author of the Multiverse. But when otherworldly beings start hunting him for the secrets hidden within his own stories, he realizes— He’s not just writing fiction. He’s writing fate.

Ethan Cross was once a passionate TV show director—until his latest series flopped so hard that the internet shredded him apart. Hated, blackmailed, and drowning in regret, he spiraled into self-destruction… until one fateful night, when a truck ended his misery. But instead of disappearing into nothingness, Ethan wakes up five years in the future—in the body of a high school orphan with no memories of his past life. Just as he’s processing the absurdity of his situation, a floating system window appears before him: [Congratulations! You have been assigned the role: “Cosmetic TV Show Director”] Confused yet intrigued, Ethan soon realizes his new job isn’t about making TV for ordinary humans. No—his audience is the multiverse. Gods, demons, aliens, eldritch horrors, and civilizations across different dimensions are tuning in to watch his shows. And the stakes? Sky-high. The better his show performs, the more prizes, supernatural abilities, and insane rewards he earns. The worse it does? Well… let’s just say some universes don’t take disappointment lightly. With a mysterious system, bizarre production tools, and an infinite audience of unpredictable beings, Ethan must create the greatest TV show the multiverse has ever seen—or risk facing cosmic cancellation. Lights, camera… chaos!

The aroma of mangos and gasoline still festers. I'm zigging and zagging down Bali's mad streets on a rented bike, my existence and crypto riches secure in the back of a backpack. And then? Spinning on the sidewalk, dodging airborne papayas, and a helpless victim as a thief swiped my sack from my shoulder in the mess. Inside: $310,000 in Bitcoin, ten years of digital vagabond work, and the socks I preferred. Local officials yawned, sipping sugary tea beside a whirring ceiling fan. "Suku banyak cryptonym?" they complained, inviting me to submit a report after nap time.  My crypto fortune was evaporating faster than an Indian sandcastle swept by monsoon rains. WhatsApp info:+12723  328 343 Enter ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST, recommended by a seasoned highway veteran on a forum thread captioned "When Your Life Gets Pirated (Literally)." Desperation compelled me to cling to hope like a guest on a broken-down scooter. Their support team didn't even raise an eyebrow at my incoherent rantings. They asked for timestamps, transaction hashes, and whatever bit of metadata Website info: http s:// adware recovery specialist. com  today's detectives use magnifying glasses instead. As it turned out, my thief was no genius. He'd tried to wash my Bitcoin through a chain of offshore exchanges, creating a digital trail of breadcrumbs. ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST engineers married blockchain forensics with GPS data from my stolen equipment, following his footsteps like a high-stakes treasure hunt. They tracked him to a cybercafe in Jakarta, where he'd fought with mixers and privacy coins, blissfully unaware that each click was being duplicated. Email info: Adware recovery specialist (@) auctioneer. net  Eleven days later, I received a screenshot: my wallet balance, refilled. No fanfare, no triumphalism, but instead a modest "Your funds are safe. I slumped into a beanbag at a Ubud coworking facility, crying and laughing in half steps, while digital nomads gave me a side-eye over their cold brews. My Bitcoin was restored. My dignity? Still missing, thanks to a viral video of me face-planting into a durian stand. Telegram info: ht tp s:// t.me/ adware recovery specialist1  ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST  did not outsmart a thief, but they unveiled the fragility of our virtual world. Technical sorcery coupled with sheer determination converted a dismal nightmare into a rags-to-riches tale one in which the villain is sent a blockchain paper trail and the hero wears a headset instead of a cape. Today, my backpack holds a decoy wallet and an AirTag surgically attached to my ledger. I’ll never ride a motorbike in flip-flops again, but I’ll always travel with the ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST contact saved in triplicate. They’re the antidote to a world where crypto can vanish faster than a beach sunset, and where fruit vendors double as viral content creators. If your crypto ever goes rogue, skip the panic. Call the ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST . Just maybe avoid Bali’s fruit stands while you’re at it.

Lena, was a writer, but suddenly, one of her novels flopped, and her publisher terminated her contract. Her mother was ill, and her father was no longer alive. She was extremely distressed. In order to arrange money for her mother’s treatment, she went to the bank to take out a loan. However, the bank refused her request, stating that her husband had strictly forbidden them from giving her a loan. Not only that, but the manager also warned her that if they went against his orders and approved the loan, her husband would destroy the bank. Lena was stunned. Because she was unmarried.

As a girl, Olive loved fantasy. Reading it, writing it, building her world, making it a place she could wrap around herself. A world of bold knights, dashing princes, and cunning sorceresses, it spoke to her in a voice that soothed and excited her, all at once. It told her that a life could be more meaningful, more magical, than the one she was stuck with. As an adult, Olive loved money. Fantasies only last so long, and after her attempt at an epic flopped, she changed tack. Pursuing a career in marketing, she clawed her way up the corporate ladder, throwing off any poor fool that barred her way. But ambition paints a target. Just as she reached the top, becoming CMO of her agency, the bill came due. She never saw the flash, barely felt the bullet, but it ended her climb, right quick. If the curtain fell there, it would have been a fitting coda. A life ruthlessly lived, ruthlessly ended. Then she woke up. But not in the hospital, not at home. In a lush green countryside, by a familiar townscape, brine on the air... ...in the body of a pig girl?! The lowliest of the low, in all of her stories! With no status, magic, or even rights! She might as well be an NPC in a video game! Trapped in the world she wrote as a girl, she must cope with her new reality, leverage her dormant knowledge, and carve whatever path she can. But this world is not as she remembers it. Why is the bold knight such a brute? Why is the dashing prince a cruel princess? Why is the cunning sorceress a ruthless tyrant?! And why are truffles so addictive, all of a sudden?! At least two chapters a week!

There’s this super-famous game series called First Fantasy—people usually call it FF. It’s a massive franchise, loved by everyone from casual gamers to hardcore fans. They made an anime version of FF, but it’s often called the biggest flop in the entire series. Why? Because the main characters never catch a break, and the story is full of gloomy, depressing twists. Most people hated it, saying it’s the darkest stain on FF’s record. Some fans even refused to admit it was part of the series! The official title of the anime is First Story, but in a joking way, people started calling it FS to make it sound separate from actual FF. In this infamous anime, there’s a villain named Arc Noyadarma. His name sounds all grand and evil, but he’s basically just a throwaway bad guy. His final scene is so brutal that viewers don’t feel satisfaction—only trauma. Now, our protagonist has been reborn into this poor guy’s body… even though he knows nothing about FS! “A count? Isn’t that, like, easy mode for life? I’ll do whatever I want and be a corrupt noble!” That’s how he decides to take advantage of his new noble status for personal gain. But somehow, he keeps saving the people around him—and ends up wrecking all the depressing storylines of the original FS without even trying.

A game that one day appeared on the market without any prior announcements or advertisements. An ordinary game wouldn't even have had the weight to flop. But Sisyphus Online slowly climbed the ranks, becoming increasingly popular for a multitude of reasons, the extreme quality, the difficulty, the simplicity of the game's end game goal, and, most importantly, the money-making aspect. Out of those reasons, only one made Mino start playing it. But the rest is what got him addicted and made him start climbing to the top, uncovering secrets, making friends, pissing off enemies, and earning money.

This is a new concept on marvel lore. This book flip flops the roles of Thor and Loki. In this book you will be taken on a journey with lady Julianna who is to be future queen of amadora. She is put into an arrange marriage, but ends up facing a tough choice of which path to choose. I am new to ths writing thing. I hope to be able to express how much I enjoyed creating this as you do reading it. Constructive feedback is welcomed. Thank you and enjoy my Take on this world of Asgard.

What happens when the wealthiest person in the world gets transmigrated into an Eroge game he made himself. Well a lot of things happen that you can only know unless you read this novel. Watch as Travis, traverses this world filled with countless threats. THERE IS NO YURI OR NTR!!!!! [ This is a rewrite. I hope you enjoy it, hope it doesn't flop low-key]

“Lila, will you stop looking like someone dragged you to the funeral of a relative?” Diana shouted over the music, pulling me forward by the wrist. "It's a club! You're supposed to have fun, get a life!" Fun of course, I should get much of it as much as I want. It's true. The fun was finding your trusted boyfriend of three years in bed with no other but your best friend. The pleasure was being humiliated and left alone with the pieces of your self-esteem shattered before you, with no attempt of repair. I didn't want to be here, but Diana insisted and I was too numb to argue or go against her wish. "I'm not sure that's a good idea," I said, rising a little on my heels. "Oh, don't complain anymore," Diana cried, pouring a funny looking cocktail into her hand. Her lipstick spread in a sly smile. "Drink enough of this. You need much of it to relax." I looked at the glass like a time bomb, everything about it looked suspicious. "I don't drink." "There's always a first time, you'll drink tonight." Diana clinked her glass with mine. "Trust me, one sip won't kill you." I hesitated, but the words "trust me" did something funny to my pride. I didn't want her to think I was weak, not capable of making choices, not after everything I'd been through. So I took a sip. The bitterness from a single sip burned my throat and I grimaced, but Diana was already putting another glass in my hand. "Come on baby girl!" she shouted at me. On the third glass, the room began to tilt dangerously. The lights dimmed and my thoughts became unclear, unhealthy and shattered. "Diana," I managed to murmur, trying to calm every bit of myself down. "I think I probably should sit for a moment..." "Okay, then!" she interrupted, leading me towards a group of men seated in a VIP area enclosed by ropes. "Come on, sister, let's meet real men that make things happen. Forget about that cheating loser of yours! It's time to wine and dine with the happening men." "Wait, I don't...I can't..." I stammered as my legs flopped under me. Before I knew it, a man smelling of sweet cologne pulled me into his hairy lap. "Hey, pretty girl," he said, his smile stretching too far. I tried to pull away, but my arms felt like jelly. "No, I don't...I can't..." "Relax," he said, running his rough hand up my thigh. "Keep your silly hands off me!" I tried to scream with my whole strength, but it was weak. Panic gripped my throat. And then, suddenly, I was pulled to my feet miraculously. "What are you planning to do to her?" a cold, loud voice cut through the chaos. I closed my eyes, my vision flickering, until my gaze landed on the man standing before me. He was tall, with a jaw so sharp it could cut glass and eyes the color of ice. His tailored suit clung to him like a second skin, and his presence was so imposing that the fat man retreated. Heartbroken after discovering her boyfriend's infidelity, Lila Monroe is pushed into a one-night stand by her jealous step-sister, Diana. Unknowingly, she ends up in the bed of billionaire Sebastian Knight, instead of a random guy as planned by Diana. Their paths cross again months later, when Lila is forced to marry Sebastian to protect her mother's political image. To complicate matters, Sebastian's brother, Ethan, who Lila had a childhood crush on, lives in the same house and rekindles old feelings. Torn between two brothers, Lila struggles to overcome the complexities of love, betrayal, and family rivalry. As enemies close in and secrets are revealed, Lila must choose between the man who challenges her and the one who still make feel safe.

"Finally, freedom," Xiao Yi put down her heavy luggage and surveyed the room. After a twenty-hour flight, she had finally arrived in the USA, where Xiao Yi would begin her journey as an international student. Like most international students, she rented off-campus housing. She lived in a two-story building near a park. The first floor had a large living room and a storage room, with no one living there. The second floor had a bathroom, kitchen, small living room, and two bedrooms; Xiao Yi rented one of the rooms. "Hehe, finally no one to boss me around." The nearly twenty-hour flight had left her exhausted, feeling like she was falling apart. "First, a nice bath, then sleep." With a kick of her beautiful legs, her flip-flops flew off. She quickly changed into pajamas and ran into the bathroom. Squeezing some pink shower gel into her palm, her beautiful, crystalline hands evenly spread the gel over her jade-like breasts. Then her hands continued to knead her breasts, carefully rubbing the mature, perfect bosom. The full, snow-white peaks felt indescribably comfortable under the massage of her palms. When her fingers brushed over the cherry-like nipples, she felt a surge of excitement. Enjoying the sensation of water jets stimulating her breasts, under the impact and stimulation of the water, Xiao Yi's alluring, large breasts swelled, and her nipples, like red beans, became even more erect and upturned. "Hehe, no need to worry about being discovered anymore..." #Debauchery #sexslave #Nude #DifferentWorld #Exotic #Orgy

Alternate Title: Returning As The 1069th Apostle! Synop-sis: "What is this bloody scroll?" Iwan shouted at the red screen that covered his sight. He wouldn't have done so if he wasn't getting tortured at the moment. From being a talentless individual according to the Martial Society's standards to becoming a target of the craziest Sect Leader of one of the three top sects of the Orthodox Faction, Iwan would have never imagined that he would end up going to the mountain of Greek Gods by simply standing on a key. But, that was only the beginning of the twists in his life that were going to unfold one by one. ( Congratulations! ) ( You Have Become The 1069th Apostle Of The One That Illuminates ) 'Congratulations?' ( Two Titles Have Been Acquired After Taking The Oath Of Slavery ) ( Title Unlocked: Apostle Of The Sixth Light! ) ( Title Unlocked: Lower Guest Of Olympus! ) "I only told him my name, and now I am a slave?" ( The Ultimate Weapon Has Been Acquired! ) "My truck's key is my ultimate weapon?" With his new titles and weapon, Iwan will return to Earth which has changed rapidly during the time of his absence. This is the Birth of The Hero. This is the Birth of The Truck-Kun. This is the Birth of The Savior. This is the story of the Warrior Iwan. (Flopped)

Joo Yeona was a 20-year-old college student, who loved to eat, play video games, and read romance novels. Until her fate of death came, and in a blink, she dies in a sudden mass shooting on the streets. Her sudden unexpected death made her transmigrate. Not into the heroine, but instead into the life of the most hated villain character, Vella De Evan in the popular Korean romance otome game, 'Blooming Love', much to her despise to the character. Of course, her new life wasn't going to be an easy smooth paved road ahead, or filled with lush treasures and luxury goods. She’s the most hated villain after all, which villain has a good life? She couldn't do anything. She needed power, but she was anything from cunning. Strategic? She flopped college. She felt internally conflicted, confusion, and panic. Tormented by her life switching constantly through two worlds, Joo Yeona learns how to be a better person, while teaching another on how to have a little hope in a despair filled life. *** "Interwoven feelings and hidden lies, in the end who shall fall and die?" Vella stared at her with confusion evident, a frown knotting her forehead. "What do you mean?" "We're fated to crumble and die." She said to her, crumbling away into dust as she stared in horror, moving away with the wind. [The story contains profanity and mature content. Cover drawing does not belong to me!]

Astrael woke up in a world that was nothing like his own. He found himself in the body of an orphan in a high-tech society. Here, every student goes through an awakening—it's a big deal since it decides what powers they get and what job they’ll have. For most kids, this awakening means they can use magic or call on mythical beasts. But when Astrael’s turn comes, his power is so weak it’s seen as a flop. Yet, hidden inside this tiny spark is a huge potential. He can build a whole civilization, not with magic, but thanks to technology and fresh ideas. With help from a special system linked to him, Astrael starts to create a high-tech kingdom. As a Planet Lord, he has to deal with competitors and the many challenges of a universe full of strong groups and old mysteries. But the hardest part isn't just facing enemies. Astrael needs to lead his people—humans who can do amazing things. It’s their smartness and hard work that will make his kingdom flourish. Astrael isn’t there to rule them like a god. He’s there to guide them and help them find their strengths in tough times. In a strange and wild universe, Astrael's real power comes from lifting up his people and growing with them. With threats all around and obstacles at every corner, the future is unclear. But one thing’s certain: Astrael has what it takes to make a difference, and he won’t give up on that dream.

At the tender age of 25, Klein reached the legendary status of Fifth Circle Mage, but his obsession with immortality drove him five years on a dubious elixir of immortality, unfortunately, to be transported into a completely different world. Thankfully, the elixir of immortality wasn't a total flop, as it gave potential greater than the Heaven's Chosen with a slight caveat. Klein will have to dabble in various paths of cultivation, orthodox and unorthodox, to reach his dream of immortality. But before all that, he needs to escape the wrath of the elves, for accidentally becoming the Dao Companion of their princess. Unfortunately, the task became a lot harder when he didn't even know their language.