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Takashi Sato, former Olympic shooting gold medalist, now the owner of 'Sweet home bakery' was living a peaceful life after immigrated to Italy. Until- A cluster of men in black promptly started destroying the furniture of his bakery. Encountering the European Mafia because the property where Takashi's bakery was legally his, as stated in the contract signed by his father few years ago. Now, in this bewildering situation takashi wasn't ready to give up his bakery. Little does he know that the plan was to built a shopping complex by forcefully taking away the property of people living in the district. "How could you snatch away someone else's house? just to create your sh*tty and useless shopping complex" Audaciously smiling Marió whispered ," The investment is around 500 million euros or else there's another way of paying" Disgusted by his thoughts, the safest way was to work for him. But the situation gets more complex for takashi, when he finds out his father was a traitor working for Giordano's clan. And for survival, no matter what! He couldn't let Mario find out about this...

Hi! I’m Dog-Eared. I’m five. I’m made of smoke, ink, bad decisions, and narrative regret. Once upon a disaster, a guy named Ren tried to do the right thing and ended up breaking the world. So dramatic. He got superpowered, maybe cursed, maybe chosen, and then he died or didn’t or maybe became furniture—depends who you ask! He saw gods, monsters, and lies pretending to be fate. That part? That was Volume Zero. really cofusing stuff! Now we follow Aoto. Just some normal guy from a rich family. Bit angsty. Bit soft. Got rejected from every good university. Overshadowed by his sisters. Classic loser arc. 10/10 setup. No powers. No goals. Until he finds me—a weird old book with no words and a creepy vibe. Fast-forward some violent strangers with weapons, and oopsie—I’m born! That’s right. I’m the book. I’m Dog-Eared. I know stuff. Probably. I talk a lot. Also maybe cursed. Definitely annoying. Anyway! bye!

On the fourth day of May, Kevin was murdered in his apartment. He has no enemies and no friends. His parents have their own families, and he lives alone in a 200 meter square apartment – in other words, he does not have anyone who bores hatred against him. But he died. And the police concluded his death was an act of revenge homicide. Kevin pondered who would kill him when he suddenly woke to unfamiliar surroundings. And it took a few minutes to be processed in his head… Why are the furnitures so big?! The bed's mattress is so wide it's like the whole floor uses it as a floormat! The window is so high Kevin felt he was inside a church with glass walls as high as a three-storey building! Even worse, the appearance of a flower vase at his side is as tall as him! What the hell is going on?! [Host, you now possess the identity of the Male Lead's precious cat!] Kevin: What did you say? [Current Mission Progress: 0%] [Host, please work hard and prevent the Male Lead's terrible fate!] Kevin: …… What nonsense?! I just died! ………………………. [Host, the villain is one step closer to harming the Male Lead's life! Please prevent them!] Kevin: …… [Host, a villain's lackey wants to kill the Male Lead! Please stop them!] Kevin: ….. [Host, the Male Lead incurred a huge loss because of the villain, please bring him home and pamper him well!] Kevin: …… [Host, the Male Lead is injured because of the villain! Please nurse him back to health!] Kevin: …… Am I the Male Lead's mom or a pet?! ______________________________________________________ Updates are on Wednesday and Thursday.

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It wasn’t long before Ellien realized that she had transmigrated into a twisted romance novel. Where murder and torture are all fair in the name of love. You have, The villainess rennacting the witch trials, a spot reserved for all those who have pursued her fiancé. A love interest skinning his rivals, carefully stitching their skin into a beautiful set of furniture. A great house warming gift for his lovely heroine. The heroine consuming her hero based on a distorted belief that they’ll become “one”. Hell, even the pet goldfish rid itself of competition by eating its children. But…that’s maybe normal? Point is, there’s no sane person here. Except for yours truly…but, how long can one stay sane in a world full of lovesick people. One wrong move, and you’re dead. Doesn’t matter if it is or isn’t your fault. ————— Writing this for fun also cover is not mine :D

You ever wake up one morning and think, “Hey, today I’ll just get kidnapped by a dungeon, unlock fire powers, save a girl from goblins, and somehow end up stronger than a wrecking ball with zero muscle mass to show for it”? Yeah. Me neither. Until it happened. I was your average, totally not crazy teenage boy. Kyle Walker. My biggest concern used to be whether my mom would notice I vacuumed only the parts of the rug you could see. Then I woke up with a glowing status screen hovering in front of my face, full-on RPG mechanics in real life, and a “Daily Fortune Wheel” that once rewarded me with a banana-shaped rock. (Yes, really. I still have it. It might be magical. Or just potassium-themed.) Things escalated. Fast. There were goblins. Real ones. Screeching, stabby, and not the kind you want in your bedtime stories. I rescued a girl Azalea Quinn who now thinks I’m some kind of cheat code wielding fire mage. Which, fair. I did throw a fireball. From my hand. While screaming. But the real kicker? I’m not alone. My best friend Rhea is a maybe-descendant of the war goddess Istha. She swings around a spiked club like it’s a purse and has major “goblin-hunter before breakfast” energy. (Okay, the breakfast part is a joke. Probably.) Then there’s Michael, my classmate who can now bench-press lockers and shatter school furniture like it’s made of wet paper. And LETI? That’s the super-secret government agency with mind-wipe squads, lunar-module entrances, and a gym that makes superhero boot camps look underfunded. The only normal human left in my life? Jimmy. My childhood friend. He thinks all of this is just a big anime fever dream. Bless him. So now I’m juggling school, superpowers, suspicious cafeteria meatloaf, and the cosmic prank that gave me strength stats without the muscles to match. So, no,I’m not crazy. Probably.

It's a long story, it's still long even when I shorten it. So let me tell you his story. Once upon a time, there's an ordinary man who lived in a peaceful world. Where everyone could do something they do without any hindrance. He is reaching 28 years old and working in a ordinary company. Completely ordinary until one day, he died by getting hit by a car. He thought that's the end and succumbed to the ethereal dark and calmness. Then suddenly there's something waking him up even though he can't feel nothing. When he opened his eyes, unfamiliar ceiling greet him. A apartment ceiling, no something more like a suite as the details and furniture around his room looked expensive. At first it was confusing and after a long thought on what happened. He got to know that he got transmigrated into the novel he used to read. A new world filled with adventure, excitement, magic, and fantasy. But he doesn't want to get involved in any of that. He wants to enjoy his new life. Do something he can't do before. But everything didn't go as he planned. A few years later, this beautiful world got attacked by an entity who claimed to be a god. Even the overpowered protagonist got defeat in one hit. The world got split in half just by a hand gesture from god. Desperation and despair crawling like crazy inside of him. Maybe, maybe there's a reason he got transmigrated there. Maybe, It's all because of his abilities, adaption. Using that abilities, he tried to fight god. Days turn into month, months turn into year, year by years. Finally he able to kill god. No one survive except him and one more person. He able to only save one person but his ego screaming at him that he actually able to save more but.......

Lewin, a teenager with a passion for puzzles, finds himself drawn into an unexpected adventure when he follows a mysterious black cat into an abandoned-looking mansion. Contrary to its dilapidated exterior, the interior is in pristine condition, filled with luxurious furniture and gleaming chandeliers. But the biggest surprise comes when a deep, resonating voice addresses him, calling him a candidate for the Mansion Master. With a mix of fear and excitement, Lewin embarks on a journey he never could have imagined, leaving behind the comfort of his usual routine in pursuit of the secrets hidden within the mansion.

Caelen died doing what he loved most: playing survival games non-stop like a sleep-deprived goblin. Unfortunately, dying in your chair from gaming overload isn’t exactly what you’d call a dignified exit. Even God laughed at him. But lucky for Caelen, or maybe unlucky, he gets a second chance in the world of his favorite survival game. It’s a brutal fantasy realm full of monsters, magic, swords… and absolutely zero indoor plumbing. Armed with only a stone pickaxe, a limited-use "Google Brain" search skill, and the stubbornness of a man who once built a Minecraft mansion out of dirt, Caelen sets out to survive. But surviving isn’t enough he wants to upgrade the world. Electricity? Toilets? Toasted bread? Why not all three? As he fends off nighttime horrors, awkwardly crafts furniture, and tries to avoid becoming monster chow, Caelen has one mission: bring modern convenience to a medieval world, one ridiculous invention at a time. And maybe, just maybe… not die again in a chair. [System Notes:No Ntr, No Yuri(gl), No Yaoi(bl)]

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Born to House Starlight and Shadow, Blair was meant to shine. Instead, she’s the daughter no one wanted — powerless, forgotten, and sold into a political engagement like a piece of furniture. In a realm ruled by magic and bloodlines, Blair is a disgrace: no spark, no gift, no future. Her brother commands light, her sister whispers to shadows, and Blair? She survives — in silence. But power doesn’t always roar. Sometimes, it waits. Thrown into the halls of the High Fae Academy, where bloodlines matter more than merit and humiliation is a daily sport, Blair must navigate cruel nobles, ancient expectations, and a fiancé she never chose — Vain, the golden prince with secrets of his own. When a dangerous rival goads her before the entire class, Blair is forced to stand in front of the school with nothing but her pride. And it’s not the prince who helps her. It’s a stranger cloaked in feathers and fury. A shadow-touched heir with a grudge. Now the stage is set. The court watches. And Blair is about to learn: you don’t need magic to be dangerous.

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Ethan, a terminally ill young man with nothing to lose, retreats to the countryside to live out his final days in peace. But peace isn’t what he finds. Armed with advanced alien biotechnology and a mysterious Hive Mind AI, Ethan becomes the secret god of a miniature “sandbox world,” where time moves faster and evolution is in his hands. What begins as a quiet experiment in gene splicing and ecosystem crafting quickly spirals into a mad, hilarious, and often epic clash between Ethan and a group of unsuspecting players who enter his sandbox through what they think is just a hardcore survival game. Unbeknownst to them, Ethan watches their every move—from evolving chicken-like toxins to crafting sentient furniture—and occasionally smites them with a slap… or roasts them alive for dinner. From engineering magical civilizations and mythical beasts, to trolling overeager players with psychological warfare, Ethan’s sandbox becomes a chaotic crucible of creativity, tragedy, and divine comedy. But behind the satire and cosmic pranks lies a bigger question: can a dying man, with nothing but time and infinite control, build a world where immortality isn’t just a dream?

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Shen Mu transmigrates into a cultivation world—only to find he’s just a mortal carpenter. No spiritual roots, no system, just a woodshop in the mountains. Resigned to a simple life, he crafts furniture to make a living. But unknowingly, every chair, table, and carving he makes bends the laws of reality. His discarded scraps become divine treasures. His casually built chairs radiate profound Dao. And now, celestial beings and powerful sects are desperate to meet the hidden expert behind these world-shaking artifacts. Meanwhile, Shen Mu just thinks they're very enthusiastic customers… Thus begins the legend of the Mortal Craftsman Who Shapes the Dao—a man who rewrites the heavens, one wooden stool at a time.

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The move had brought more than just a new home for Jiwon, Teayoung, and Nari—it had forced them to confront the quiet, lingering grief they had carried since the death of their daughter, Nara. While the neighborhood around them seemed welcoming, every corner held a reminder of their past, and the challenge of forging a fresh start weighed heavily on their hearts. As Jiwon tried to adjust to his new role at the sub-district police station, Teayoung focused on settling Nari into the new space, but both parents knew there was more at stake than unpacking boxes or rearranging furniture. The weight of their loss, though not always visible, was ever-present, especially for Teayoung, whose heart still carried the quiet ache of a life forever altered. It was in moments like these—when the world seemed to move forward with its own rhythm—that the grief would surface, unpredictable and sharp. Minho’s innocent gesture with the walnuts stirred something deep within Teayoung, unlocking a flood of memories of her daughter that she hadn’t fully allowed herself to feel. Though she was surrounded by people who cared, the pain of Nara’s absence seemed to find its way back, each day a subtle reminder that healing was a journey, not a destination. And so, in the quiet of Nari's room, Teayoung had to confront not just her grief, but also her deep love for the family she still had, knowing they would carry each other through these tender moments.

Hey there, unlucky mortal! Welcome to 123 Serene Grove Lane, a place so legendary, so magical, and so ABSOLUTELY AMAZING that only a chosen few ever hear about it. And by "chosen few," I mean people who trip over random portals or get lost after making terrible life decisions. I'm IMP, "KING OF IMPS", the REAL STAR of this story. Forget the humans forget the moody demons, forget the boring heroes. This book I WROTE IT. It's about me, my glorious misadventures, and how I heroically survive. living with my boss, the incredible-yet-insufferable Xier. She's an artist. A sorceress. And somehow, despite my best efforts, still manages to keep her house standing. We also have Kevin, a VERY CONFUSED but disturbingly kind human carpenter who rents a room here (the biggest mistake of his life, btw). He's strong enough to build furniture with his bare hands, but soft enough to blush when Xier looks his way. Hilarious. He seither doomed... or already in too deep. Now, life at 123 Serene Grove Lane is NOT your typical "dark magic and world-ending prophecies" nonsense. BORING! We've got magic gardens that gossip when the wind blows, enchanted baths that refuse to drain properly, and random imp parties that definitely DON'T NEED PERMISSION. Expect heated arguments, accidental seductions, and AWKWARDLY INTENSE moments involving forbidden drinks. mysterious contracts, and questionable house rules. Do I care? Nope. I'm too busy being FABULOUS. Why read this Because you need a break from gloomy heroes and brooding prophecies. You need magic, mischief, and PASSIONATE CHAOS. You need ME. So. stop pretending you' re too busy. Open this book, join the fun, and remember everything here is MY IDEA. You're welcome.

You know that one guy in every story? The one nobody notices, nobody remembers, and nobody cares about? Yeah. That’s me. Or at least, that’s who I am now. My name was Kang Jin-ho, I am a loser punching bag in my old world. I worked a dead-end job, got screwed over by my coworkers, and died like a joke trying to save someone from a damn truck. But instead of disappearing into oblivion, I woke up in a world I knew all too well: Battleborn Academy, the setting of the brutal SSS+ difficulty novel I once read. Sounds cool, right? Wrong. I wasn’t reborn as the hero. I wasn’t even the villain. I got stuck as a nameless extra, weak, sickly, and about as important to the story as a piece of background furniture. But life has a twisted sense of humor, because even if this world’s hell, I’ve got one advantage: I know everything about it. The plot twists. The hidden quests. The betrayals. And most importantly, the things nobody else knows are the broken pieces of power lurking beneath the surface. It starts with my Status Window, the kind you’d find in a game, except my stats are garbage. But there’s one thing it doesn’t mention: my cheat ability, Devourer. Kill monsters and absorb their powers. Sounds simple, right? Except nothing in this world is simple. Every step toward power costs me my sanity, my humanity, maybe even my soul. Now I’m stuck at Battleborn Academy, surrounded by heroes and monsters in disguise. There’s Lee Yuna, the cold genius who hates my guts but might just be the most dangerous person here. There’s Jang Hyuk-rin, a charismatic prodigy with a tragic past and plans that’ll burn the world down. And don’t even get me started on the shadowy puppeteer pulling the strings behind it all. I’ve got to survive, manipulate the plot, and stay two steps ahead of a world that’s designed to kill me. Because if there’s one thing I learned the hard way, it’s this: second chances don’t come free. I’m not the hero of this story. But I’ll be damned if I die a background character again.

Imagine a gamer, so skilled he bends reality itself (or so he thought). One moment he's conquering virtual worlds, the next, he is *in* the world. Trapped within the hyper-realistic game, he faces foes far more terrifying than any pixelated monster, forbidden magic, dark powers, and a looming darkness that threatens to consume not just his avatar, but his very soul. Will he find a way back, or is he destined to become a legend…or a ghost? The line between game and reality blurs, leaving him questioning: is this escape, or a fate worse than death?, would he be able to claim what he came that far for? and what happens when he begins to question reality as he discovers that he was in a simulation before he got sealed in the game ---------------------------- Excerpt: Where am I?" Blaze thought as he looked about in an empty room filled with nothing but an active mist of darkness. At this moment, Blaze was conflicted and the feeling of anxiety coupled with a foreboding sense of insecurity made him feel discomfort. "The last thing I remember was, me being in my gaming room rejoicing after finally defeating the final boss in the game when a notification suddenly pops up..." Blaze thought for a while and suddenly it came back "the notification!!,they promised me a cash reward of 10million dollars if I could complete the final task. So…,is this the final task. Sitting in a dark room without furniture,I can totally do it. After that,that cash reward would be mine!". Everytime Blaze thought of the cash reward, he'd be distracted from his thought. He stayed there for 3 hours, sometimes standing up to walk around the room which seemed as though he was walking around in circles, which also confuzzled him. How'd he know that he was there for 3 hours?, after sitting for a while, a digital clock suddenly appeared and what confused yet scared him, was the fact that the clock seemed to follow him everywhere he went. 30 minutes in, he heard a **PING** sound and a voice suddenly said "System Online- Welcome User 432234!". ________________________________ WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT, READ NOW TO FIND OUT MORE!!……… Update between Monday - Friday (seldom Saturday)!!.

In a world where fate intertwines with destiny, a struggling author named Violetta meets a tragic end, only to awaken in the body of the heroine in her own unfinished fantasy novel. Now living as a concubine in a majestic yet treacherous court, Violetta must use her modern knowledge and wit to navigate a realm rife with political intrigue, magic, and romance. Determined to change her tragic fate, she captures the attention of the kingdom's enigmatic and powerful King. As their paths cross, sparks fly, and she finds herself embroiled in a whirlwind romance that defies the expectations of her new life. With each passing day, she proves her worth, not just as a concubine, but as a strategic mind and a force to be reckoned with. Facing enemies both old and new, and uncovering hidden talents, she rises through the ranks, outmaneuvering those who seek to undermine her. Her journey from a mere concubine to the revered Empress is fraught with challenges, heartache, and moments of triumph. Through battles, betrayals, and the bonds of love, Violetta discovers the true meaning of power and identity. In the end, she must balance her modern sensibilities with the ancient traditions of her new world to secure a legacy that will be remembered for generations. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Violetta: "Where am I? This... This isn’t my apartment." She looked around, eyes widening at the opulent silk drapes and ornate furniture. Maid: "Milady, you’ve awakened. The King awaits your presence in the main hall." Violetta: "The King?" she muttered, trying to process this revelation. "I'm in my own novel... I must be dreaming." ----------------------------------------- King: "You seem different, Violetta. Sharper, more... unpredictable." His eyes glinted with curiosity. Violetta: "Your Majesty, I assure you, I am merely adapting to survive in this viper's nest." She met his gaze steadily, hiding her inner turmoil. King: "Survival is not enough. To thrive here, one must learn to wield power and trust no one." ----------------------------------- King: "Why do you always challenge me, Violetta?" Violetta: "Because a life without challenge is a life unfulfilled, Your Majesty. Or do you prefer your subjects to be mere puppets?" She smirked, enjoying the spark of annoyance in his eyes. -------------------------------------- Violetta: "I cannot let them destroy what we’ve built. We must fight with everything we have." King: "And I will stand by your side, Violetta. Not as your King, but as your equal." ----------------------------- Violetta: "From a concubine to an Empress, who would have thought?" she whispered, looking out over the kingdom. King: "You have shown the strength of a thousand men and the wisdom of a sage. This kingdom is stronger because of you." Violetta: "And it will continue to grow. Together, we will lead it into a new era." King: "Together," he agreed, taking her hand.

I groggily opened my eyes, expecting the familiar sight of my own bedroom. But instead, I found myself in a strange room. "What the…?" 'Everything had been perfectly normal when I went to sleep—so how did I end up here? Have I been kidnapped?' The thought instantly put me on edge, removing any trace of sleep from my mind. Suppressing the urge to sit up, I narrowed my eyes, scanning my surroundings carefully, 'It looks like a warehouse, about fifty square meters, with no windows.' There is an oversized LCD screen on the wall—easily over 80 inches. A coffee table, topped with a few bottles of mineral water. Beyond that, the only furniture in the room is a single couch, with four people lying unconscious around the room’s edges. They all seemed to be asleep. Frowning, I felt an odd sense of déjà vu. 'Is this really a kidnapping? Or have I somehow gotten caught up in some kind of military exercise? A government operation, maybe? Or…' "Seems appearances can be deceiving. Who would've thought that an ordinary student would be the first to wake up, not to mention remain so calm and feign sleep to assess the situation. Such alertness is rare." "Who's there?" I jerked as a robotic voice echoed in my ear. It hadn’t mentioned my name, but it was clearly talking to me. Sticking to my low-profile approach, I stubbornly pretended I hadn’t heard anything, hoping to sleep my way out of this. "Amazing self-control, Lucas. But there’s no need to keep up the act. As the first to awaken, and someone who’s managed to impress me, I’m inclined to offer you a little reward." At this point, I could hardly keep faking it. Reluctantly, I sat up, my gaze locking onto the source of the voice: the television screen on the wall.

After being mysteriously transmigrated to another world, Zastan Miles awakens a system that changes everything. [Ding!] [Resource System activated!] [Starter Pack opened.] [Congratulations! You've obtained the 'Gold Mine'] Gold Mine(Level 1) Producing 0.22g/second | 5$ worth of gold every second ... Zastan soon discovers that the System offers a variety of mines. Dirt Mine - 1000$ Stone Mine - 2500$ Iron Mine - 10000$ Gold Mine - 100000000$ Diamond Mine - 2500000000$ Upon reaching level 2, he unlocks the System Mall, which operates on a different currency: Points. These points are earned by producing various items, ranging from Metal Rods (1 Point) to Wooden Furniture (5 Points). The points can then be obtained by producing things from Metal Rods(1 Point), Wooden Furniture(5 Points), and so on. All-cure pill - 100 Points AI Technology - 100,000 Points Anti-Gravity engine - 50,000,000 Points Dyson Sphere Technology - 1,000,000,000 Points Biochemical Person: An Artificial human being with 100% loyalty to the host. MK1: 100 Points - Standard human stats MK2: 500 Points - 3x standard human stats MK3: 5,000 Points - 10x standard human stats Zastan begins his journey by traveling to the city of Luminae. With gold in hand, he sold these then started production. He started off from selling metal rods by the thousands. His ambitions grew, leading him to establish a furniture company that generates tens of thousands of Points daily, followed by an electronics company producing hundreds of thousands of Points. Not stopping there, he formed 'Dragon', a mercenary group that becomes legendary for its flawless record. Feared and respected, Dragon rises to prominence as the world’s most formidable mercenary force. With the wealth from Dragon, Zastan launches 'Genesis', a technology company decades ahead of anything the world has seen. Those who try to steal his groundbreaking innovations face swift and ruthless retaliation from Dragon. As whispers spread, people begun to connect the dots, realizing that one man stands behind both the mercenary group and the tech giant. A man whose wealth and power rival entire nations. A man who treats their world as his personal playground. And the question is—what will he do next? Take over the world? Treat everyone as his 'things'?