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Easy Life Cash_drop & Rebate Harem System

Life isn’t an easy mode. That’s why people love RPG games—where earning money is simple, monsters drop loot, and hunger or death is never a real concern. But what if life itself became a game? With the Easy Life & Rebate System, everything changed for me. Earn by making easy choices. Chase beauties and get rebates in cash and perks. Live in luxury to gain even more wealth. From Struggle to Fortune—The Rise of Lin Feng Lin Feng was tired of life. Born into poverty in a small town, every day was a brutal struggle just to survive. His parents worked tirelessly but could barely make ends meet. College was a distant dream, and job rejections piled up like an endless mountain. Even the smallest joys in life seemed out of reach. Debt collectors knocking on his door. Rude bosses exploiting his time. Pretty women were looking down on him like he was invisible. Just when Lin Feng hit rock bottom, a mysterious notification appeared before his eyes. [Ding! Congratulations! The Easy Life & Rebate System has been activated!] "Earn money by spending money." "Attract women, and the system will reward you." "Luxury leads to more luxury!" At first, Lin Feng thought it was a joke. But when he received real money just for buying a cup of coffee, he knew—his life had truly changed! From rags to riches, from a nobody to the center of attention—Lin Feng’s journey was just beginning. Now, with unlimited cashback, rebates, and rewards for chasing beauties, how far will he rise? With wealth, power, and women within reach, Lin Feng is ready to live life on Easy Mode!
Live_inyour · 2.1K Views

Dying Is Not an Option—Tell That to My System!

Synopsis: Lu Chunhe was just an ordinary shut-in from Earth—cowardly, risk-averse, and content with a life of mediocrity. But when he wakes up in the broken, battered body of a notorious fraud in a world of ruthless cultivators, survival becomes his only priority. The original owner of this body was a con artist—an imposter who stole the identity of a noble young master, infiltrated a powerful sect, and spent his days abusing his status. But arrogance has a price, and after provoking the wrong people, he was beaten to death and discarded like trash. Now, trapped in a body on the brink of collapse, Lu Chunhe barely has time to process his situation before a terrifying vision strikes him—a glimpse of the future where the very sect he now belongs to is annihilated in a brutal war. With enemies all around and no allies to rely on, Lu Chunhe does the only thing he can: he runs. He flees the sect, convinced he has outsmarted fate. But fate refuses to let him go. A system—cold, relentless, and bound to his very existence—whispers in his mind, forcing him onto a path of destruction. [Death Event Triggered: Return to the Sect.] No matter how far he runs, the system drags him back, pushing him toward the death flag he so desperately wants to escape. Lu Chunhe isn't a hero. He isn't a warrior. He just wants to live. But against a system that exists only to kill him, survival may be the hardest thing of all.
Ciaran_Godheart · 11.3K Views

Rebels Of The Dying Sun

In a kingdom scorched by the sun and ruled by blood and fear, Nyx was meant to die. The fire should have claimed her, just as it did her family. Instead, she was spared—only to be caged in a nightmare far worse than death. Raised as the reluctant ward of a ruthless general, she became his slave, his heir, and ultimately, his executioner. But no one knows the truth. No one suspects the girl with fire in her veins and a bow on her back. They only see the obedient knight. Then she meets him. Emris is a phantom in the desert, a ghost that whispers of rebellion. He walks like a prince but wears the skin of a traitor. The leader of a fractured resistance, he is a man of quiet cruelty and unspoken burdens, wielding blood as both a weapon and a curse. He leads the rebels seeking to overthrow the ruthless king. A warrior with the power to command blood, he is a ghost of the past—one he does not remember. Mysterious, calculating, and feared, he fights for freedom, unaware that his lineage ties him to the throne he despises. When their paths collide, they are enemies, destined to destroy each other. But destiny does not care for their hatred. It does not care that they stand on opposite sides of a war that will drown the sands in red. The past is clawing its way back to life, and soon, the truth will rise with it. The lost prince. The fireborn knight. The king who kills with death itself. Who will burn and bleed in a game where power is survival and love is the cruelest weapon?
Aria_Solstice · 286 Views

Ex wife Getting her life back is isn’t easy

Helen settled in the living room, the silence heavy like an unwelcome weight. The only sound in the room, the soft ticking of the wall clock, reminded her that time was going—time she no longer wanted to count. Her mind a mist of thoughts, she subconsciously followed the edge of her coffee mug, her fingers fluttered slightly. None of the questions gnawed at her throughout the long, sleepless night could be answered. \n \n She had only arrived from the hospital early that morning. The doctor's words pulsed in her mind like an unusual symphony: *You're pregnant, Helen. Your baby is now. The child was not anybody's kid. This offspring was Jack's. She ought to have felt something, should have been elated, but she did not. No happiness came from the news. Not today at all. Not after everything that had turned out. For months now, Jack had withdrawn. At first there were minor indicators—forgotten anniversaries, the sudden late work hours, the missed phone calls. But everything changed when she discovered the lipstick on his shirt collar, the one that was not hers, the one she was sure didn belonged to anyone he worked with. He didn't even attempt to hide it. Though he was not one to be totally truthful either, Jack was not one to fib. \n \n The door banging wide open disrupted her thinking. \n \n Jack's fists clenched at his sides in the doorway, his face red with fury. Once warm and love for her, his eyes were now cold and free of any compassion. "Helen," he howled, his voice cutting, "I want a divorce." The words stung her as a slap to the face. The way she felt she knew everything came undone was as if the planet moved below her. Her stomach turned and her heart pained. Things were not meant to be like this. Her trust, her love, her dedication she had provided him. And still, here he was saying she is over. Jack waited not for an answer. His eyes on hers, he tore into the room. He appeared more furious than she had ever seen him. "I'm seeing Jane," he snapped out, as though he had just revealed a new line of sneakers. Your worst enemy. the one who really knows how to make me happy. Helen is better than you. She is more sensitive, finer, and more affectionate. She truly pays attention when I speak; not like you." \n \n Helen's throat clenched as she fought to consume the lump of bitterness rising inside her. Jane? The idea of it made her stomach turn with a combination of shock and treachery; this very same Jane with whom she had been loved for years? How might Jack accomplish this? How could he betray her with the one person she trusted most? Jane wasnuggested completed. "You at most can't give me a child," he went on venomously. "I maybe do not even know why I am still here. For years you have been infertile. I must not continue living like this. I need someone who can provide me the future—someone who can fulfill me. Helen blinked, his words piercing her heart like stings. She opened her mouth to talk, to justify herself, to describe how she had exhausted every means to conceive, but the words caught in her throat. It was pointless. Jack had his mind fixed. Already left, he would not change no matter what she said. \n \n Her lips released a cold, derisive laugh, a hushed sound that sounded like it echoed all over the otherwise quiet room. "You believe it is that simple?" she said, her voice full of feeling trembling. "You believe you can simply discard everything we have developed because you found someone else? Simply younger, simply prettier, simply someone who can give you children?" Jack's eyes stiffened, his jaw set, and he walked a step toward her. Absolutely. Whenever first person pronouns are used in sentences, I respond. I have had it with you, Helen. There is no need for me to justify myself. Simply sign the documents. It has come to an end.
Osagie_Aromose · 2.4K Views
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