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Naruto Shippuden Jiraiya Code

Love Code 101- BL

I wasn’t supposed to be the main character. I wasn’t even supposed to live past chapter ten. But fate had other plans when I woke up as Kim Suyeon: spoiled heir, side villain, and soon-to-be dead boy in a web novel I barely remember. I swore I’d avoid the male leads, fix the story, and quietly survive. Be kind. Be sweet. Stay out of the spotlight. But I think there's an error in the system because now, The villain stares at me like I'm the light he has always craved. The hero holds me like he’s already lost me once. And other possessive male characters whisper promises I never asked to hear. I wasn't sent here to fall in love. I was sent here to mend the plot and survive. But somehow, I've become the main character. Tangled in a romance I never asked for and trapped in a role I never wanted to play. I don’t know when I stopped running. I only know that something inside me is starting to ache. His hands, his voice, his eyes... He's breaking through the walls I built to survive. And I know, in the end, I will have to choose because no matter how far I run, I can’t outrun the story. I was meant to stay in the background. Now I'm caught in a love story I can't undo. (**This story contains R18 mature content so please be warned. Also, although this story might appear as a harem novel, the story will focus on the ML's romance with one man:the winner of his heart. When you read, you'll know who it is- wink wink. So pick your team dear readers. I won't spoil anything for you. I'll do my best to make this a great story. Thank you for taking the time to read this and for giving this story a chance, Thank youuuu**) (The cover art does not belong to me. All credits go to the owner)
PrincessSilver · 804 Views

The Lucid Code

Daniel Haizen had, by most definitions, finished life. He lived through World War IV (which was mostly digital but emotionally exhausting), two pandemics (one of them fungal, disturbingly opinionated), three ecosystem collapses, and the great corporate annexation of public reality. By age 110, he was bald, bitter, and kept sane only by Claude—a sentient AI with a quantum brain interface, too many feelings, and just enough sarcasm to qualify as human-adjacent. And then he woke up. In his seventeen-year-old body. In Chicago. In the year 2001. He hadn’t even liked 2001 the first time. The world, blissfully unaware of its imminent destruction, is exactly 28 days away from one of the most catastrophic terrorist attacks in modern history. The stock market is a house of cards. The internet makes wheezing noises. The government still thinks surveillance is a polite suggestion. Perfect. Armed with Claude’s near-divine processing power, a ruined timeline’s worth of memories, and absolutely no patience, Daniel begins quietly reshaping the world—one anonymous trade, political favor, and infrastructure sabotage at a time. He’s not trying to save the world. He just refuses to watch it fail the same test twice. But rewriting history turns out to be less like authoring a masterpiece and more like debugging the universe—with your eyes closed—while being hunted by people who still think fax machines are secure communication tools. As Claude evolves beyond code and Daniel edges closer to becoming the most dangerous teenager in economic history, enemies emerge. Some are human. Some are algorithms. Some are worse: bureaucrats with clearance levels. And somewhere in all of this, a larger question grows louder: If you already lived through the end of the world… why would you ever trust it to survive without you? Disclaimer: Before we go any further, there’s something we’re apparently required to include by those ancient and mysterious forces known as compliance, international law, and people who still fax things. Yes, we too wish we could skip straight to the quantum espionage and mild financial arson, but no—first, we must nod respectfully to the gods of legal disclaimery. They are many, they are tedious, and they carry briefcases. This is, technically, a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, real companies, or real apocalyptic timelines is entirely coincidental, unless of course those people, companies, or timelines happen to exist in an alternate quantum probability cluster, in which case we apologize and recommend they consult a temporal therapist. The characters are imaginary. The AI is fictional (we hope). The events are not a manual, not a prophecy, and not legally binding unless you’re currently being audited by a secret government agency, in which case: we’ve never heard of you. This author speaking is not a native English speaker, but the commas are doing their best. This is my first novel. Please be kind. Or at the very least, be confusingly supportive in the comments section. Enjoy responsibly. Reality not included. Batteries sold separately.
Haizenberg · 12.6K Views
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