Paimon Cries

A seasoned hitman in his forties, known only as "The Clown," accepts what he believes is a routine contract. Little does he know it's a setup. After completing his mission, he's ambushed and fatally wounded. Instead of darkness, he awakens to chaos—the cries of a newborn (himself) in a dimly lit brothel. A midwife holds him, presenting him to an exhausted prostitute who barely acknowledges her son. Born into the underbelly of a medieval fantasy world, the former hitman must find his way in life as the unwanted child of a brothel worker. But in a world where nobility oppresses the poor and violence rules the streets, can a man with blood-stained hands from two lifetimes ever truly wash them clean?

Li Jun a BL fantic yet a straight man, suddenly woke up after having quite a farce with some netizens he thought were his partners in arms of the BL world and a small trouble with his father and his pretentious side family members, found himself binded to a BXB System in an unknown space, time and worlds. After a series of transmigrating into different worlds with different scenarios and tasks that he should complete, Li Jun got to know that the system he bonded with was not just shameless but also selfish, unreasonable, pious, shameless and heartless! And these personality traits and character just seems to remind him of this character who always goes off script whether it'd be a villain, protagonist, side character, canon fodder or anything else! He would always go off script! 'Is this a coincidence that my system and that annoying bastard are alike?' Li Jun pondered with a solemn look. "Nevermind it's no use trying to find out," Li Jun then said aloud, unaware of the eyes of the said bastard who watched him like a hawk watching its prey. In this case it certainly is! ........... 'This is not in any of the scenes!' Li Jun cried out inwardly. "What, you don't want to?" a baritone voice questioned with a cunning glint in his eyes. 'Shit! I can't have the love meter fall any lower!' Li Jun thought with trepidation in his heart. "N-No, I-I want- Ahh!" Li Jun stuttered but before he could finish his broken words, he was pounced on by a dog in heat. 'Sytem! System!' Li Jun cried but heard noone responding to his cries. 'I am a STRAIGHT MAN!' Li Jun cried inwardly as noone came to his rescue. .......... Not a harem! 1x1 Boys love: Boy X Boy Caution: R18 and smutty scenes ahead. You are warned! This is not a slow burned! .......... Update 3 days weekly.

A kind girl falls in love with a vicious killer. Unhinged Yuri story set in Seoul. ------ “Like a prey waiting with a trap, I missed my predator. I missed her touch in the places I’ve never been touched. I wanted to hear her sing the songs that I’ve never heard.” ------ As the blood dripped off the knife she held firmly in her pale hand, I saw my reflection in the cold blade that had just taken the life of a man. I dreamed of magical moments like this every day. Something - someone to come and free me from the suffocating monotony of normalcy. She stormed into my life brandishing death, and in the moment of madness, my heart fluttered. Then she came to my place, uninvited. I treated her wounds and fed her. She slept on my couch like a cat. We started our lives together. Death bound us like the knot of tie I fixed for her as she left for work - to kill, kill, and to kill again. I spent countless nights sitting in darkness, on my couch hugging my knees, gripped with worry and excitement. I prayed for her safe return home, but I did not pray for the souls she’d be sending to hell. But she always returned, like a stray cat coming for food in the back alley behind a restaurant. I was the cook who put out the food for her, stroked her, and gave her shelter. A stray cat. A great feline predator. She was mine and mine alone. Together we laughed, alone I cried. Together we laughed, alone I cried. But I think we also loved. I think. ------ This is a dark and twisted psychological slice-of-life romantic comedy with a sprinkle of inspiration from the noir genre. If that doesn’t make sense, it’s because it doesn’t.

After being transmigrated into a comedic yuri novel as a hapless cannon fodder male character, Luo Wusheng desire one thing only, and that is to survive the incoming battle that would eradicate every member of his Sect. However, the developments of things seem to be spiralling out of his control. After a year full of hardwork, he noticed that some of the original Protagonist Harem Member, who are supposed to be into girls, behaved a little bit weird around him. Soon, he realized why. The Holy Maiden of the Demon Sect has a secret crush on him. The Empress of the Immortal Nation wants to have him as her consort. The Nine-Tailed Fox Netherqueen, the Monarch of the Netherkin Nation, wants to be his mate till the end of time. “Little Yuli! Aren’t you the original main character? Aren’t they all your girl? Please get them off me!” Facing the surrounding sharks, Luo Wusheng cried for help. As the original main character of this Yuri-Themed Xianxia World, the Protagonist nodded her head, and with a determination expression on her face, she answered, “You are right, the only one who can have you is me!” Luo Wusheng, feeling stupified at her word, can only stare in shock toward the incoming meteor that is the female sword cultivator. Luo Wusheng: ???, What's wrong with these girls??

Hundred years ago, Blue Star was a peaceful land. But suddenly, the sky cracked open, and from it, many hideous creatures came out. They didn't just stop after coming out of the rift, they began killing and devouring humans without care for gender, age, or even childrens. Seeing their own kind being devoured in front of them, humans felt fear and despair, thinking it was the end of the world. However, suddenly people began awakening strange powers within their bodies, and with that, they begin to fight back. After a hundred years of bloody battle, humans of Divine Beast Star finally gained a foothold in their homeland. They built small settlements to survive. Even so, they still lived in fear that one day they might be devoured again, as stronger demons continued to appear over time. In these conditions, Lu Shen, a young man from Earth, transmigrated to that world. At first, he felt happy and even cried at his good luck. But soon, he realized he was the unluckiest transmigrator, he had no special powers, no magic rings with old grandpa, not even a trashy system.............

After a year of marriage, Jiang An finally accepted the fact that Dr. Gao did not love her and resolutely decided to divorce him, leaving the country. Unexpectedly, after the divorce, the seemingly aloof and ascetic Dr. Gao cried and begged for reconciliation at her doorstep every day. One day, Dr. Gao, drunk, forcefully kissed her and drunkenly confessed, "If I weren't afraid of someone else taking you away, would I have married you so quickly?" "Jiang An, I've never loved anyone, but I know I want to have everything about you." A daily question: Did Dr. Gao remarry today? Flash marriage/Marriage before love/Pursuing wife drama/Remarrying battle

The Crown Prince of the Capital brought a woman back home, hiding her from sight and pampering her to the skies. Rumor has it she's just a bumpkin from the countryside, pretty but utterly useless. Capital city buzzes: Just a vase rising through beauty alone. When the college entrance examination results are released, why is the name of the national top scorer that very 'vase'? At the gathering for the Association of Painters' new apprentices, why is she standing next to the Chairman? ... As various disguises are unveiled, everyone is silenced, wishing they could hide. Who the hell said she was just a vase? Stand up! A certain lady, bullied, covers her hands and cries in pain. Lord Chen comforts her: My lovely wife is so beautiful and moving, why would you bully her? People, with anger they dare not express, cover their faces. Please make it clear, who is the one being bullied!

This text has no male lead, no romance. The female lead is slightly timid in the first volume, a bit infatuated in the second, and from the third volume onwards... life seems like a Siberian Husky. Below is the sequence of volumes, if there are chapters missing, they're probably blocked. 1 Who's best at murder and dismemberment? Look in the suitcase for jackals and wolves. 2 I can handle tutoring, even rocks can be turned to gold. 3 Freshman military training brings tears, Changan loves to eat smoked sausage. 4 A thousand miles of predestined marriage hangs by a thread, whether it's good or bad all depends on fate. 5 My idol is the absolute best, the idol chose me to be their partner. 6 The boss behind the scenes is here, doing whatever they want without logic. 7 Ghost Festival inspiration comes late, helplessly put here. 8 Official advancement and wealth cost a child's life, a good son leaps like a carp over the dragon gate. 9 A trip to the plastic surgery clinic, all the fat is shaken off. 11 Who in the Human World can resist a beauty? Run out of roman numerals, use numbers instead. 11 Turtles may live long, but still dread the end, the characters fear a 404. 12 The local zombie looks handsome, cries out adorably when opening its mouth. 13 One dance captures the city, the beauty of the past fades away. There's a lot more, too tired to write the summary...

He is S City’s dark and sadistic emperor. During the day he appeared aloof, yet he transformed into a ravenous wolf at nighttime. “Trying to run? I’ll teach you the proper way to run.” The chairman had a variety of ways to spoil his wife. Anna Jadwin let out a devilish baby, “The one who loses runs out of the bund, and mommy is mine!” The next day, little** ran around the bund naked, and cried his eyes out, “Let mommy stay with me for one night, please, my handsome Daddy~”

From that day on, secret realms descended upon the world. Bizarre creatures cried out for nourishment, and strange rules lay in wait for the fortunate. These individuals were lured by supernatural abilities and treasures, entering the game for wealth and power. Yet soon, they would go mad with the roles they played, consumed by the savagery. But he was different, always relishing the thrill of fear, savoring the joy of despair. In the razor-sharp twists of fate, "Fantastic, thrilling!" he exclaimed. Then he turned around, smiling and even more expectant— Striding towards hell. [Modern mysteries, rule replicas, heartwarming healing, Sbarazzi.]

Most would expect the daughter of the king of one of the four strongest nations in the Realm of the Angels to enjoy great luxury and power. While her Father may enjoy those things, that isn't the case for Rosemary. The hated daughter only manages to attract disdain from others in the royal court despite her gentle and kind nature. Rosemary was born with a weak body, preventing her from living up to the ideals of her father and his court. Such environment pushes Rose to attempting to end it all. But she is unable to do so as she recalls her older brother's love for her. As she drowns, she cries out for help. But no one is around. No one but a certain handsome man with eyes as cold as her father's.

Synopsis: Aliens have invaded, and the human race is in decline. This is the current situation on Blue Star in a parallel world. Jiang Tian, who comes from Earth, possesses terrifyingly powerful talents, but all he ever wanted was to be a cook. Until he discovered that aliens themselves were the most perfect and top-tier ingredients. And the strongest school beauty who teamed up with him had a special ability—the God’s Tongue, which helped him improve his cooking skills. --- "Golden-Winged Dapeng Clan, don't run away! These spicy chicken wings just won’t work without you." "I admit that you Bull Demons are thick-skinned and tough, but if I use Cook Ding’s technique to butcher an ox, how will you respond?" "How is this even possible?! The ingredients are actually fighting back?!" --- As the saying goes, foodies are not scary, but what’s truly terrifying is when the foodie is too strong. The alien races cried out in despair— "The human race is the strongest… why is it a cook?!" --- This is the story of a cook who feeds all races. --- This is a translation. All content of this novel is own by its original Author.

The once arrogant king of the wolf tribe fell to the human world due to an accident. Coincidentally, she, who was on a mountain climbing trip, saved him. She was witty and eccentric, and specialized in dealing with scheming women. He fell in love with her, and so did she. He hugged her from behind, and she said, "It would be great if I could have a werewolf as my boyfriend." "Why?" "Because demons have great magical powers, and a wolf has only one mate in its life." He smiled and held her even tighter. He loved her deeply... She loved wolves, but dared not get close to him because he was a werewolf... She unfortunately fell off a building. He, regardless of everything, used the speed of a wolf and rushed desperately to save her. For her sake, he lived up to the image of a devil in people's mouths who ate people without spitting out the bones. His mouth was full of blood, and she cried. He left. To this day, she still can't forget the look in his eyes when he, with blood in his mouth and looking half-wolf, half-human, looked at her with tears in his eyes before leaving. Their eyes met, both pairs filled with tears.

Waking up in a hospital with a broken leg and a splitting headache was bad enough. But being trapped there as the world collapsed? That was something else. It started small. A patient down the hall coughing—a wet, ragged sound that never seemed to stop. Then the whispers between nurses, the frantic pages over the intercom. By the time the first screams echoed through the corridors, it was already too late. The infection didn’t start today. It had been building, spreading, hiding in plain sight. We just didn’t see it—until the doors burst open and the blood began to flow. I was awake for all of it. I heard the gurgled cries of those who couldn’t run. The ones who tried to fight. The ones who turned. I smelled the decay before the bodies even cooled. And when the world outside finally went quiet—when the sirens faded and the streets emptied—it felt like nothing was left. But survival isn’t just about escaping. It’s about something more. I don’t believe the world ends just because the rules change. I don’t believe we’re meant to scatter and die alone. Because even now, in the ruins of everything we built, there are still people out there fighting, surviving, searching. And as long as we remember that, we have something left to fight for.

Layla Monroe had lost her parents at a very young age and was raised by her grandmother who meant the world to her.... Layla was devastated after watching the home her grandmother owned and the little town she grew up being destroyed by a big shot billionaire which led to her grandmother's death. "I will make them pay for taking her away from me"She cried sorrowfully. What happens when Layla meets the billionaire who is responsible for the death of her grandmother; Will she still be able to go on with her revenge or will she end up falling in love with him?

In a world where women hold power and men are rare, a boy wakes up alone in the depths of one of the most dangerous forests. He has memories—some hazy, some painfully clear. Memories of a life before, where he had once been an energetic boy, a budding mechanical engineer, before tragedy drained all color from his world. Now, he is twelve again, orphaned once more, surviving off berries and instinct, waiting for parents he knows will never return. But fate does not let him stay forgotten. One night, an injured group of adventurers stumbles into his quiet existence. Unbeknownst to him, they are no ordinary travelers—they are a princess and her elite soldiers, wounded after a deadly battle against a notorious criminal. When they seek shelter in his fragile hut, he reluctantly offers them aid—not out of kindness, but because he knows all too well the pain of losing people. What starts as a simple act of charity turns into something more. As they recover, the women begin to question the strange boy who lives alone in the deadly wilderness. His words, his habits, his view of the world—nothing about him fits his age. And when they witness his quiet sorrow, the way he cries in his sleep, they begin to wonder... Who is he, really? And more importantly—can they convince him to leave before this forest swallows him whole? A tale of second chances, reluctant bonds, and a boy who has lost too much, set in a world where survival is never guaranteed.

In the realm of Teneria, situated on the continent of Erica, three princesses are poised for significant achievements. Runa, designated as the chosen one, wants to restore the kingdom to its former prominence. Scarlet is motivated by retribution, strives to reclaim her lost domain, and seeks vengeance for her people. Jessica, prepared to foster unity across the realm, must adeptly navigate the complex landscape of power dynamics and political maneuvering. Their trajectories converge upon the resurfacing of the Blue Compass, concealed for over four centuries. This compass serves as a navigational instrument leading to the esteemed Nadine Nectar that bestows upon the consumer the ability to attain dominion over all creatures. The unexpected re-emergence of the Blue Compass, a long-lost artifact, disrupts the prevailing peace and incites widespread conflict. Nations that had previously maintained a fragile harmony now find themselves in opposition. The three princesses, each embodying a distinct destiny, emerge at the forefront of this turmoil. As nations unfurl their war banners and issue battle cries, the location of the Nectar becomes known solely to the individual in possession of the Blue Compass. As the princesses undertake a perilous journey to secure the Nectar, they must confront personal adversities, cultivate unexpected alliances, and confront formidable adversaries. However, as they move closer to their objective, they realize that the price of power may exceed their initial expectations. The crucial question remains: will Runa, Scarlet, and Jessica surmount their differences and collaborate to obtain the Nectar, or will their divergent paths lead to the undoing of the Realm? This is Teneria, where the quest for power and the authentic essence of greatness are rigorously examined.

Little Iris is bleeding amid a field of vibrant flowers, her cries for her mother lost in the shadows. A weird pendant around her neck starts to sparkle as her life fades away, and the flowers emit a heady scent. The spectral image of her mother, a woman with heart-shaped eyes and ethereal beauty, appears from the perfume. She tells Iris the terrible truth: Iris is now the only chance in a fight against twenty ancient evils. Armed with a pendant that contains the secret of her parents' abilities and a heart hardened by loss, Iris must rise from the ashes of despair after her parents' deaths and the destruction of her planet. Iris sets out on a treacherous quest to find the horrors that murdered her family because she is driven by a desire for revenge and a thirst for the truth. However, she is forced to face her inner darkness as she learns the truth about the witch's knot pendant and the fate associated with its missing jewels. Will she give in to the anger that drives her, or will she have the fortitude to respect her parents' sacrifice and go in a different direction?

After Luna Miedeval sadly loses her pup because it was forbidden for a she-wolf to be an Alpha in her pack, she cries to the Moon Goddess for justice. In response, the moon goddess made a prophecy, somewhat like a decision, that in years to come, the carrier of the Tale Of Doom would be reborn and would bear a mark. If she finds any of her mates before she is haunted down and killed, she would unleash doom to all kingdoms of the underworld according to the tale on all werewolves and underworldly creatures. She would have three mates, all from different parts of the underworld, who would fight over her and thus, the kingdoms would end up bowing to the one true Alpha whom they had killed in a past life. The carrier of Doom would be the epitome of war and confusion throughout the kingdoms of the underworld until she ignites passion with any of her fated mates. But the problem here is, who would the chosen one ignite passion with first, since her first choice of a mate would receive the untouched powers of the underworld locked away in a chest at the bottom of the ocean. On an occasion where the carrier of Doom ignites passion with her first mate, the chest of powers would float to the surface of the Termus Ocean, allowing the mate to access it and become the King of the Underworld.

Trojas was a land of beauty, rich in warmth and culture. It was also home to some of the finest warriors on the continent. The people of this prosperous nation lived happily, taking great pride in their homeland. Ceremus Marcrinos had just inherited the throne, and despite his grief, he carried out his duties the best he could. Unfortunately, his loneliness overwhelmed him, and the only escape from the pain in his heart came through his vices. Whether it was drinking the night away, sleeping with countless strangers, or getting into unnecessary fights, the king just couldn’t stay out of trouble. The citizens of Trojas initially tolerated his behavior, sympathizing with his loss, but things only grew worse. Ceremus, once revered as a benevolent king, became a tyrant. His abuse of power pushed the people to their breaking point, and in desperation, they prayed to Kaleeso, the goddess and creator of mortals, to ease their suffering. The goddess, moved by their cries, chose to send someone who could finally put the unruly king in his place. A man emerged from the heart of the Aphthonia Forest becoming the protector of its land. He had but one mission—to save the people, but more importantly, save the King of Trojas from himself. The problem was, would the prideful Ceremus be able to accept such a change? Especially when all he had known for the last eight years was solitude? I mean his chosen one was destined to be a man! ~*~ Cover was recreated!

I tried countless times. I cried, I despaired, and I gave up—only to realize I couldn’t. So, I fought. Again and again. Until the light in my eyes faded, and hope became a distant memory. But in the end, my path was doomed from the start. This time, I’ll do better. --- The world is on the brink of annihilation, torn apart by wars where information is the deadliest weapon. Vane, an elite operator, is trained to survive deep behind enemy lines, enduring the impossible. He thought he could outlast it all. He was wrong. Before he even saw it coming, the world ended—and so did he. But death is not the end. Given a second chance in a world where reality bends and the rules are rewritten, Vane must fight once more—this time, for more than survival.

In a night shrouded in darkness and chaos, a child witnesses the brutal murder of his father at the hands of a savage raider. Amidst the anguished cries of his tribe and the horrific scene unfolding around him, the child, filled with regret and a desperate desire to survive, confronts his father's killer using the weapon of vengeance. As he grapples with the overwhelming loss, he recalls his father's final words: "Live." Faced with a world rife with violence, degradation, and despair, the child resolves to forsake his name and embrace a darker path if it means survival. Commencing an unknown ritual he learned from some ancient scriptures, the child inadvertantly summons the God of Death, who appears amid a river of blood, offering the child with a twisted bargain: in exchange for his own life, the child must trade a soul of someone with his blood or died by his own hand. As the child succumbs to his newfound fate, he becomes a vessel for the God of Death’s ambitions. He awakens as a changed being, burdened by the weight of his choices and the realization that his path may lead to a future stained in blood. With the God of Death's mocking promise—“Let this world dye with Crimson”—the child, now without a name, sets off on a perilous journey to navigate the tumultuous landscape of his existence, where he must confront the nature of vengeance, survival, and what it truly means to live.

As the doctor left, Sucy lay back in bed, feeling overwhelmed. Yoongi broke the silence, his voice low. "So, we're going to have our child." The silence that followed was deafening, and Yoongi asked, "Why are you not saying anything?" Sucy finally spoke, her voice shaking. "You don't want to be with me, or you don't want us to create a family?" Yoongi's face turned hard, and he asked again, "Wait, you don't want a child?" Sucy's response was immediate, her voice firm. "I don't want a child. All I want is to be with you for now. My mom would kill me; she wants me to get married and have kids, not sleep with my boss and get pregnant." She cried bitterly, her words pouring out in a rush. "I was sent on a blind date, but you turned me down, even though I didn't like you. I had to work for you to make you pay for what you did to me before, but then I ended up falling for you." Yoongi's face turned cold, his voice hard. "Wait, you don't like me? So, you used me? I didn't turn anyone down. You were the first girl I ever liked. So, you're going to abort the child?" Sucy's tears fell in a rush as she spoke, her voice shaking. "I liked you, but I had to abort whatever is in my belly right now." Yoongi's expression turned menacing, his voice low and threatening. "You know what? I hate you now. You're not killing my baby. I don't care what you do after you give birth to my child; you could do anything with your life. I will send the doctor to check on you every day, and some of my guards. If I ever find out you abort the child, I will kill you." As Yoongi walked out of the room, Sucy cried, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry." She rubbed her tummy, her tears falling in a rush. "I'm sorry for all this, baby. I am sorry for not allowing you see your father and your mother. I am sorry again for allowing you to hear your parent argue about you for knowing about you for the first time .i am sorry love"she weeps bitterly

A one-of-the-kind advanced game? Liberty Online. Dungeon master class that needed to protect his dungeon core? No system in place to revive monsters by magic, it's up to him to keep them alive. Unfortunately, that's not all he has to worry about. The whole population of immortal players has set their sights on his precious dungeon? And Woah Dungeon got conquered in the game. Many celebrated, but he cries blood tears for his mistake. Not able to handle the pressure, he died in remorse for how stupid he was his whole life. But then something miraculous happens. He got reincarnated back in time - one year after the game’s release! Armed with knowledge from his previous life, He will use this chance to achieve his every dream. He strives to reach a height where no one dares to touch or even think about touching him. This is the story of Roan - a man who will use all his power and strength to become king of Liberty Online! /// Discord link : https://discord.gg/gjfhwpzD3K

[Welcome to Purgatory] A never ending game with limitless choices but a limited ending, a game that always ended the same way, in ruins. No matter what choice you made it was always destruction and solitude up till the very end. Yet even with such an end there was one person, one player that never stopped. He played, played, and played up till the end hundreds of times hoping to change the ending of the character he held dear, Aureus. He wanted to change his end so much he forgot about his own ending. So, even till the end of his own life he kept the same will. "I could've done it. I could've saved him..I could've properly ended this crappy story!" He cried at the very end of his own life. [Prove those words true] As if responding to his pleas he was given a chance, a chance to change the fate of not only Aureus. but the world of Purgatory itself. [Do what I couldn't do. Finish this game the way you want. Reach the end you've been longing for, the End of Purgatory as you will it]

[18+] Shen Yanyue shared a steamy night with her unrequited love, Lu Beichen, a.k.a. the 2nd prince. They would eventually married, but would her love be reciprocated, or would the one night and union break them further apart? Was there a deeper meaning that connected their fates? Whose cries did she hear in her dreams? And how should she deal with the hot mess on her bed, while finding herself entangled in a revenge plot that began their story?

Ashi Singh, she is a innocent kind hearted girl but smart she has a traumatic past and she was an orphan but a parent adopted her but they also died now, she lives with her grandma in a house her family is so toxic her uncle and aunt are only the one to kill her dad for property but blamed all the things to her only they always taunt her and also call her a born sin but she always tried to remain happy in the memory of her parents despite of having so much pain she always make the people happy around her but she always cries in dark .. Rudra mishra, he is a rich , ruthless men from which even death frightens he can kill anyone for his loved one's he is a cold hearted person he never shows care for any person except his own family he is always focused on his work living like a stone with no feelings he lost his most loved one's his younger sister (cousin) somehow he believes his father was the reason due to that he hates his father and after that he never even care about anyone .... .. Ashi a girl of innocence,Rudra a men of evil met through a business party and later became business partners they both felt like they met a part of eachother which was lost in this crucial world.. their love started,ended or completed but they both found out the peace , happiness,love,care ,pain , jealously, ........... Would their lovestory will be the moon in the stars ? ♥️♥️ I AM LOST IN YOUR LOVE YOU ARE MY DESTINY

For a power that he found in a young age, he could copy anything he wanted. On a fateful day where the earth would have seen doom, a group of so called heroes stepped in to try and fight back. Blood were shed and bodies shattered, cries echoed. Coming in contact with the blood of an alien was something last on his list or maybe his first.

Calder Monroe Llyr Kaimana couldn't stop his hands from sweating. He wasn't even sure how he was even holding everything together. He didn't even know how he found the courage to speak up but he did and he did it during his older brother's coronation celebration. Taki Hamako woke up in the Kingdom of Mariella and to his horror in someone else's body. Worse, he heard some names that sounded way too familiar. The name of the body he was in, the body's older brother crown prince Esai Asher Blake Kaimana, Britille Freyer and Syria Trent. "It can't be! It's all the same!" He thought as he watched from the sidelines. They were the names of the last novel his company's star author wrote! Taki couldn't believe his eyes or ears but everything was the same and he couldn't let them die. "Why did her boyfriend break up with her?! Then this novel's ending wouldn't be a blood bath!" Taki now Calder cried inside his heart. "Oh no it's happening!" He cried again. The Baron Freyer is bringing up his daughter alongside Count Trent while Chancellor Graham is leading them. Calder needed to stop the event from happening. "My King!" Chancellor Graham started but Calder interrupts. "My dear King I want these women as my bride candidates!" Now he's done it. "Sure!" His brother proclaims. Calder pales, he didn't think before he acted, worse THE KING KNEW HE WAS BAD WITH WOMEN! Past or present he sucked. That's why Taki's parents arranged his marriage! What's he to do now? He wanted to save everyone but will he save both Villainess and Heroine? Choose a sex fiend or dominatrix? He just wanted to bang his newly wedded wife back in his own world and live a normal, happy life! What the hell happened?!

The sky wept in crimson. A deep, unnatural red bled across the heavens, drowning Velmoria’s golden sunrise in an eerie, suffocating glow. The air was thick with an unshakable stillness, as if the world itself held its breath. Crowds gathered in the city streets, heads tilted upward in fearful awe at the sight of the blood-red eclipse—a celestial event unseen in Velmoria’s long history. In the heart of the empire, within the grand halls of the Imperial Palace, the echoes of a woman’s anguished cries shattered the silence. The Empress was in labor. Nobles and servants alike stood frozen in the corridors, their hands clenched in prayer, their faces pale with worry. For hours, her screams had filled the palace, each one weaker than the last. The royal physicians worked desperately, but the Empress—Velmoria’s radiant star, beloved by all—was fading. And then, silence. The heavy stillness that followed was more terrifying than her screams. A single cry pierced the air—the wail of a newborn. The moment the child took his first breath, the doors to the birthing chamber burst open, and a cloaked figure stumbled forward—an old seer, his eyes wide with horror. He raised a trembling hand toward the heavens, his voice cracking like brittle parchment. "The sun has bled to mark his birth!" he cried. "He will be the harbinger of ruin—the flames that will consume Velmoria!" His voice carried through the halls, past the nobles, past the gathered guards—out into the city, where the terrified people turned their eyes away from the red eclipse and toward the palace. A prince had been born. A cursed prince.