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"Now you see?" she shouted in a mix of annoyance and disappointment. "You can't outsmart Scrients! They're the most intelligent beings across the two realms." "You're right," I muttered, averting my gaze with a heavy sigh. "I made a mistake. I was too arrogant to think that a mere human like me could fool them." —BOOM!! "Heik! Wh-What was that?" "Hmm? I'm not sure. Maybe you should go and ask the most intelligent beings across the two realms. Oh wait, you can't. I killed them all.” ______ My name is Samael Kaizer Theosbane. On the last day of high school, I got into a fight with a kid I used to bully. It was a stupid, pointless scuffle, and in the middle of it, I tripped and hit my head on a rock. That’s when the memories came flooding in - the memories of another life, of a different world. Suddenly, everything made a twisted kind of sense. I realized two things. First, I was in a game I used to play in my past life. Second, I was a villain. A villain! Not the cool and mysterious kind, either. No, my destiny was to be manipulated and die a dog's death! I was the worst type of cliché: an ungrateful, privileged, insufferable young master. The sort you'd find in those poorly written fantasy stories. The kind everyone hates — a snobby brat from a powerful noble family who thinks he owns the world just because he was born with a silver spoon lodged in his mouth. You know the type. The one the hero beats to a pulp to prove his worth. Yeah, I was that guy. And the hero? The hero was the kid I’d been bullying all this time. The same one I got into a fight with. He was the supposed savior of this damned world. A world teetering on the edge of destruction, beset by wars, calamities, and a grim future that only I knew. And at the end of it all, the final antagonist of the game, the undefeatable boss… the Spirit King, was waiting. But could I even make it to the end? Could I conquer a game where defeat was the only certainty? A game that was now my reality! “Ah, fuck it.” I had no idea if I could, but I sure as hell was going to try. Extorting extras, manipulating main characters, twisting the story to my advantage, stealing the hero’s cheat items, killing villains before they could become threats - nothing was beneath me. Would the main characters be affected? Who cares! Would the story change? Even better! All I cared about was me—my survival, my life, my choices. “I will live this life with no regrets.” …But as I soon discovered, fate was not easily changed. And the price of altering one's destiny was steep. ========== Discord Server: https://discord.gg/VjFQtDUaTR

Grand Mage Noir yearns for another adventure, but being too powerful has made the thrill all but disappear. With nothing else to do, he spends his days watching others' journeys through his crystal ball—treating them like TV shows. That is, until Kald, the hero of one of his favorite ongoing adventures, delivers a heartwarming speech on how "Anyone can go on an adventure!" Moved by these words, Noir decides to embark on a truly fulfilling adventure—no matter the cost!

"The more the Church supports me, the more it proves I have done the right thing. The more the heretics oppose me, the more it proves I have done the right thing." "Even when heretics praise me, it further proves I'm right. If heretics stay silent, it shows I have done impeccably!" "If the Church opposes me, it means they have all fallen into evil heresy, and the more heretics oppose me, the more it proves I have done the right thing." In the year 681, An Su was crowned the youngest Pope in the history of the Church. During his speech, he provided important guidance for the forthcoming de-divination work, emphasizing: "Now that both the Church and the heretics oppose me, it precisely shows I am on an exceedingly correct path!" ... The year 685. "It is not that the Evil God cannot be summoned, but that choosing him to take the stage is more cost-effective." Such was the assessment of the former holy woman of the demons, Yage Silvia. This statement, once made, instantly attracted attention from all sectors of society—the extensive documentary "The Legend of Pope An Su" continues to broadcast for you. —— This is a story of a top-tier heretical player speedrunning through a fantasy world.

Lin Nianhe, the leading lady of the apocalypse, came equipped with a top-tier space, furiously hoarded tens of billions of resources, and then — she traveled through time! The first day, a fierce squabble unfolded; The second day, the production team's competition for overachievement was fiery hot; The third day… Lin Nianhe: "Comrades, be inspiring!" The crowd, struggling: "Hardworking guy, stop brewing motivational speeches." Lin Nianhe: "All the aunties are so adorable!" The production team's aunties, hearts shattered: "Xiao Lin has hogged all the brains in her family." Lin Nianhe relished in dramas, smashing feet with excitement, as she performed her new script brilliantly. The swap of resources made her little treasure chest increasingly rich; Tailored teaching, students acing their exams with full marks! Lin Nianhe, with education in her left hand and economy in her right, ignited the darkness with sparks of light. - The first time Su Yuncheng was asked when he would tie the knot with Lin Nianhe, he said, "Let me first win over her parents." The second time Su Yuncheng was asked when they could taste the wedding candy, he answered, "Wait until I've conquered her dozen or so siblings." The third time Su Yuncheng was questioned about his relationship progress with Lin Nianhe, he replied, "Our relationship is stable, but the entire village of three hundred, young and old, are all trying to snatch her from me." He then turned around, pitifully searching for his delicate childhood sweetheart: "Hehe, when will you make it formal with me?" Lin Nianhe responded offhandedly: "Wait till I finish building this batch of schools." The next day, Lin Nianhe discovered that the sites she'd chosen for the schools had already started construction overnight! [Cool community leader · Unknowingly charming · Little drama queen × Cunning · Self-challenger · Big friendly dog]

【StrongFL，Faceslapping】 【Superrich ML，sweet pampering】 Lin Wu was reborn. Her mother was duped into a sham marriage by a worthless man. And she herself was the pitiful illegitimate daughter kicked out of a wealthy family. She was mocked, "What can a wild child from the countryside amount to?" Facing adversity, she smiled faintly. What did being an illegitimate daughter of a wealthy family matter? She helped her poor mother to kick her worthless father to the curb, quickly gave her stepmother the boot, crushed the trash. She established her own skincare brand, living a prosperous life ever since. Forgiving her enemies? Never. If there's no justice, she will be the justice herself. —— Just as Lin Wu's life is thriving, her grandfather's family, who had been missing for many years, finally found her! And so, the woman who everyone thought was forsaken, divorced and saddled with a child, unexpectedly became the sole heir to a super wealthy family. What shocked Lin Wu even more was that her "good-for-nothing" car mechanic boyfriend transformed overnight into an unattainable top tycoon. Afterwards, Lin Wu became a lady of high society, who got everything handed to her on a platter and was pampered by the tycoon to the heavens and back. —— Later. Lin Wu had become a renowned female entrepreneur. Standing on a high platform, she delivered her speech: "Our ancestors mostly valued boys over girls. They neglected the education and growth of girls, trapped them between household and trivial matters, asserting that husband was heaven and son was earth. Once betrayed by men, these women would lose their support and be condemned as ruined!" "But today!" "Look at this plaza filled with thousands of people, they are all young female entrepreneurs, the hope of humanity!"

As 21 years old Noah closes his eyes for what he thinks will be eternity, he wakes up in the body of a girl 7 years younger than him. Vasilisa, as she is known, is hated and mistreated by the people around her because of the Muddy Tongue curse which not only impedes her speech, but makes her magic unstable. This effectively makes her the harder than hard mode when it comes to reincarnation, and, of course, fate made her his “avatar” in this new world full of mechanics he only ever saw in video games. Despite this, Noah as decided… Whether as Vasilisa or himself, this time he will find a way to exist for the world.

This is the story of an extremely lazy student whose only aspiration in life is to lay on his bed all day and slumber away. Meet Aiden. His life had been rather simple so far. He heads to the academy, sleeps through his classes, returns home, exterminates the aliens that come through the portal every once in a while, showers, eats dinner, and then heads to bed. Rinse and repeat. However, with the arrival of a transfer student who was too nosy for her own good, she accidentally encountered one of his secrets, the one about the aliens, and so began the domino chain of misunderstandings popping up here and there. "He's not lazy. It's just... he's tired from defending our world from evil." "Hey! Call him lazy and I'll beat you to a pulp. Say it again, I dare you." "If he, the most hardworking student at our academy is considered lazy then... all of us are lazy. No, we might as well be corpses." Aiden, hearing all these defensive statements about him began to wonder, "What are they talking about? I'm not sleeping because I'm tired from fighting those aliens. I'm sleeping because class is boring and I want to sleep. I'm... I'm hardworking? Hahaha, I don't even want to get out of bed every morning. "

‘How did this happen’ The young man, practically a boy, looked at the scene in front of him. In just one glance it was possible to see dozens of people, more closely he was sure there could be hundreds or thousands of people prostrating themselves in front of him. From the center of the city square to the adjacent streets in front of the temple, with a frightening similarity to what happened in the Vatican when the Pope gave a speech. The young man sitting on a throne too big for him, inside a marble temple he could see expressions of happiness, reverence, gratitude and in some a small hint of fear. Not that he paid much attention to the others, his attention was mainly drawn to the group directly below the throne. This group was made up of people of various ages, from old men with gray and wrinkled hair, but with strangely healthy bodies and postures upright like poles, to young people of various ages including children. What this group in particular had in common was their expression, which could only be described as fanatical as they looked at the young man. The only thing that was going on in the young man's head, with all this excessive attention, was simply... ‘How did things get like this?!!!! I was just playing a game!!!!’ In a room in an ordinary apartment, in an ordinary city. A seemingly ordinary young man could be seen lying in bed with a cell phone on his chest. The cell phone was on and showing scenes from what appeared to be a game. With a small and intriguing coincidence that the young man sitting on a huge throne inside a marble temple was completely identical to the sleeping young man. ********************************************** Thanks to ImagineArt for the image

A decade ago, Kemo was just another hopeful recruit, eager to serve the empire and find purpose in war. He believed in the promises of glory, in the speeches of leaders who spoke of honor and sacrifice. But now, standing amidst the ruins of countless battles, exhausted beyond measure, he sees the truth war is not a path to greatness, but a relentless machine that consumes everything in its wake.

Power is Truth! The Iron Chancellor Bismarck once said, "The great issues of the day will not be settled by speeches and parliamentary resolutions... but by iron and blood." Military enthusiast Qin Tian has been reborn as the fifth son of Wilhelm II, Prince Oscar. Originally just wanting to live a carefree life, he unexpectedly becomes the heir to this empire. To save his own life, Qin Tian must think of every possible way to ensure Germany wins the war! Qin Tian’s goal: "With the sword of Germany, to gain land for the plow of Germany, to secure daily bread for the people of Germany, and to fight for sunlit land for the Germanic nation!"

Long ago, the gods created a world full of beauty & resources; ready to embrace all life that would come to inhabit it, the world started to become populated with animals, plants, and sentient beings like elves, beastmen, demons, humans, and more. At first, the races lived in harmony, and the gods granted blessings to help them grow, build, and hunt. It was wondrous, but then, conflict started to rise between the races; as time passed, darkness began to fester in their hearts: they grew envious of the others strengths, anxious & fearful at what they could do, disgusted at their appearances. Pressure continued to rise until it couldn’t any longer, and the Grand War descended upon those prepared and unprepared… The gods knew the sentient races couldn’t exist without conflict, as they themselves couldn’t, but to see how fast they have fallen into madness… Destruction erupted and came to every corner of the world, nothing was untouched by the war, millions of lives were gone in the blink of an eye for the gods, and there was no end in sight. The world that they all created together was being destroyed bit by bit by the war, but only when the races started committing unspeakable acts to each other and their own, even to the very world to gain unnatural power did they intervene. They all unified and came to an agreement. They descended to their now ruined world and forced the fighting to a close with their power and might. Once that was done, they enforced an enactment across the world; a price for all the terrible happenings during the Grand War. For all things, no matter how far away they were, they heard these words: "You had peace, you had hope, you all had a beautiful world, but now, you have BURNT it to the ground, you all have done sick, twisted deeds to gain the slightest edge in battle… We gave blessings, with the goal to help and spread growth, but you have absconded from our wishes and only used them for self-interest and murder… There was no need for such a large and bloody war to happen, yet this is what it came down to, the war wasn’t going to end before taking the entire world down with it. And so, we had no other choice but to get involved. We gods have decided upon a fitting punishment for ALL to live under… The world shall be refitted anew with resources to make up for what has been destroyed, burned, and the horrid damage to the planet will be reversed, however, since all of you created conflict with each other in a peaceful world, we thought you all would make peace with one another in a violent one. In 10 years time, monsters shall start roaming the world, spreading forth the destruction you all once wrought… Apart, you have no chance to survive the tide of change, but together, you will survive. That is all…prepare with these 10 years, and we wish you all the best of luck." The entire speech was done by the leader of the gods, the Goddess of Creation. And with a bright flash of light, they couldn't see anything, but once their vision returned, they were surprised. The gods were gone, and the world was no longer broken, scarred... but it wasn’t as beautiful as before the Grand War, this was an unspoken punishment from the gods: the world would NOT return to how it was, no matter how much they pleaded for its beauty to return. There was another untold punishment that everyone noticed imminently on reawakening, that their previous powers were now gone! All forms of power were reset to zero, and they would have to start from scratch! Without them being able to curse out the goddess for this indignation in fear of the incoming catastrophe, the races began to rebuild and train to recoup their strength. While they had made peace and worked mutually, there was always an underlying conflict, intolerance, lingering from the Grand War. As their time came to a close, things came to fruition just as the goddess said, monsters now roamed the world, spreading the havoc once sown by their own hands.

After the Kingdom of Runalond united the world 500 years ago, its signature Rune Art became a part of citizens’ everyday lives. No matter one's identity or status, all children at the age of 16 are granted the right to study at a Rune Art Academy in order to secure a place in society. However, one region is an exception. Lostburg, inhabited by outcasts, scoundrels, and rejects, is a large town completely abandoned by any form of law and support from the kingdom. Though poor and uneducated, it remains a relatively comfortable place to live... if you know how. Nathan Modernson, a young boy born and raised in Lostburg, has never met his mother and lives a humble life alongside his rogue father. With his wits of speech and mindfulness of the environment, he believes nobody knew how to live freely and happily in Lostburg more than him. Just when Nathan thinks this is as far as his life goes, one ordinary day, his father suddenly asks him a simple yet peculiar question. Nathan’s seemingly careless response, changed him, and possibly the entire world, forever.

I never thought my grandmother's book club would save my crypto fortune, but life is full of surprises. In the mayhem of moving into a new apartment, I mislaid my hardware wallet containing $400,000 in Bitcoin. I had packed it securely-at least, that's what I thought-but after unpacking every single box, it was nowhere to be found. First, I kept my cool. It had to be here somewhere, right? But when hours turned into days, my confidence crumbled. I tore through bags, checked jacket pockets; I even looked in the fridge in sheer desperation. Nothing. Next came panic: Had I thrown it out accidentally? Had the movers taken it? I couldn't get this vision out of my head that somehow my fortune had poofed into thin air. Frustrated and exhausted, I mentioned my predicament to my grandmother during a phone call. Instead of the usual "You should be more careful" speech, she surprised me. Oh, I've heard of a company that helps with that!" she said cheerfully. I almost dropped the phone. My grandma knew about crypto recovery? Turns out, her book club had a guest speaker, a retired cybersecurity expert who raved about Digital resolution services. She even remembered their website. At this point, I would have tried everything. I contacted them, and from the first conversation, I knew I was in good hands. Their staff was professional and patient, above all confident. They asked for detailed questions relating to my wallet, where I last saw it, and how it was backed up. Days later, they cracked the case. Using forensic data recovery and some advanced tracking techniques, they helped me regain access to my lost Bitcoin. It was a feeling of relief that cannot be described because I went from utter dejection to pure joy in a moment. More than a recovery service, Digital resolution services taught me something: never underestimate grandma's wisdom. Now, my hardware wallet is stored safely, with multiple backups, and I will never forget this lesson: when Nana talks, I will listen. Don't fall victim, reach out to Digital resolution services for any cryptocurrency related issues. Email: digitalresolutionservices  @   myself.com Website: digitalresolutionservices.com Be safe muriel halley

Cao Shengming traveled across the country to participate in a reality show. On the day of the broadcast, he unexpectedly did a good deed! Stranger: "Brother, I lost 1,000 yuan, my phone is dead, and now I can't even get home. I don't know what to do..." Cao Shengming: "No worries, buddy. Here’s 300 yuan—go buy a ticket and get home safe." Passerby: "Bro, you’re way too kind. You just believe anyone? What if he’s lying? You’re practically asking to be scammed." Cao Shengming grinned. "No way! I trust him… because I just found 1,000 yuan." Passerby: "???" Netizens: "...So, this streamer has a conscience—but just barely." That same day, Cao Shengming landed a gig as a translator. But when he stepped onto the stage to interpret a leader's speech, the entire livestream chat went wild! Netizens: "Okay, this guy knows English… but definitely not much!"

When I opened my eyes, I was inside a novel. [The Birth of a Hero]. [The Birth of a Hero] was a novel focused on the adventures of the main character, Choi Han, a high school boy who was transported to a different dimension from Earth, along with the birth of the numerous heroes of the continent. I became a part of that novel as the trash of the Count’s family, the family that oversaw the territory where the first village that Choi Han visits is located. The problem is that Choi Han becomes twisted after that village, and everyone in it, are destroyed by assassins. The bigger problem is the fact that this stupid trash who I’ve become doesn’t know about what happened in the village and messes with Choi Han, only to get beaten to a pulp. “…This is going to be a problem.” I feel like something serious has happened to me. But it was worth trying to make this my new life. DISCLAIMER: I am neither the author nor translator of the story. Please support author on official site. Translation credit: Eatapplepies

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Warning:Mature content. ... Layla shivered as Riven's hot lips trailed down her jawline, burning a hot trail towards her lips that were aching to be kissed. But he didn't kiss her. Instead he hovered a breathe away over her parted lips. His palms gripped her waist and pulled her closer. He watched her with half-closed eyes, his golden pupils burning with raw passion. Layla trembled under his intense gaze and her lips parted further. "Riven...", she whispered. "Tell me what you want, my sweet Layla". Riven's husky response caressed her ears. "Kiss me...please". ... How well can we survive from the trauma of childhood abuse? Most times, all it takes is a step off the edge of a cliff to end it all. And that is what Layla did. Born from rape and abused since childhood, Layla loses her ability to speak and gradually loses the zeal to continue living. There was nothing left for her in the cruel world and she was ready to put an end to it. Giving up on life, she made her way to the edge of a cliff overlooking the vast ocean. Without a second thought, she closed her eyes and let her body go, welcoming the peace and calmness that came with death. And when she opened her eyes again, there was a pair of golden eyes staring back at her. ... Supreme Alpha Riven Qinn, Alpha of Dark Creek Pack, strongest and most powerful lycan ever, has lived for centuries and with each passing full moon, he loses the hope of ever finding his one true mate. But fate directs him and he finds Layla on the shores of the river surrounding his territory, almost buried under the wet sand. He touched her and one word resounded in his head. MATE! Safe in the arms of the Alpha, Layla realizes the world is not as cruel as she thought. A deep passion springs forth between the mated lovers and Layla finds herself longing for his touch and presence. Suddenly strange phenomenon begins to occur. Layla's speech is restored and along with it comes strange powers coupled with the gut wrenching pain she endures every full moon. An ancient fae is consulted and it is discovered that Layla is a special being. A Tribrid. Born from the three strongest bloodlines. This discovery brings forth damned creatures and giant titans from Tartarus, all with a desire to possess the blood of the Tribrid which can cause great havoc in the wrong hands. Riven and Layla will have to fight against Tartarus and the endless conspiracies that threatens to tear them apart. In the course of saving the world, can their love overcome all obstacles or will fate bring them to ruin? Author's Note:This is not your usual werewolf story. It's my version. Author:BellaCupid Email:cupidofafrica@gmail.com Email:bellaxcobar@gmail.com Discord:BellaCupid#2434 Instagram:bellacupid17

In a world where power ruled and trust was a blade waiting to strike, Lu Yan walked alone. Not out of fear, not out of weakness, but because solitude had always been his greatest strength. As a plant summoner, the earth itself bowed to him. Forests obeyed his whispers, roots coiled at his command, and even the wildest of flora bent to his will. There was no need for allies—until he met them. Fan Zhi. Lila. Jian Mo. The strongest of the strong. A warrior whose blade could cleave mountains, a magician who wove destruction with a flick of her fingers, and his most trusted—his shadow—Jian Mo. Not a friend, not family, but the one person Lu Yan had allowed closest. Their strength was undeniable. Their presence, unavoidable. And so, for the first time, Lu Yan walked beside others. Together, they ventured into the final dungeon, an ancient ruin pulsing with power long lost to time. Every step deeper tested their skill, their will, their loyalty. They bled together, fought together, survived together. Or so he thought. The betrayal wasn’t reckless. It wasn’t obvious. It was precise, patient—rooted in greed, waiting for the perfect moment to surface. Every look, every word, every shared battle had been a thread in their web. They had studied him, learned the way he thought, anticipated his every move. They knew his strengths, but more importantly, they knew the weaknesses even he had overlooked. So when the final trial came, when the dungeon itself trembled with the weight of the power they had sought, the trap was already set. The air was thick with heat, the walls licked with molten fury, the ground unstable beneath their feet. And then, Jian Mo struck first. A blade—not of steel, but of something darker, something ancient—sank into Lu Yan’s back. A paralyzing force surged through him, seizing control of his body, locking his power away in an instant. The one person he had trusted most had known exactly how to sever him from his strength. Fan Zhi’s sword followed, slicing deep. Lila’s magic wrapped around him like a serpent, binding him in chains of searing energy. They had calculated every detail. No dramatic speeches, no arrogance—just cold, efficient betrayal. And then, without hesitation, they cast him into the abyss. The last thing he thought about was Jian Mo’s face, expression unreadable as the molten depths swallowed him whole. Pain. Fire that melted flesh, burned bone, and tore through his very essence. For the first time, Lu Yan truly knew what it meant to die. But fate was not done with him. In the heart of the inferno, something stirred. A force beyond comprehension. A power that did not belong to this world. The fire did not destroy him—it remade him. The pain became something else. Something worse. Something greater. Then, darkness. When Lu Yan awoke, it was not to fire, nor stone, nor the ruins of the dungeon. It was to a world reborn. The sky above him was a fractured canvas of impossible colors, shifting and writhing like a living thing. The air was thick, charged with an energy that thrummed beneath his skin. And all around him, the earth pulsed—not as he had once commanded it, but as something wild, untamed, ancient beyond reason. The plants here were not mere tools of a summoner’s will. They were alive in ways he had never imagined. And they watched him. He was no longer the betrayed summoner. He was something else. Something far greater. As he stood amidst the endless forest, his body still echoing with the power that had saved him, one thought burned brighter than all the rest: if fate brought me here I would master it all. The winds whispered his name. The trees bent, waiting. The Life begins with a seed --- .... (Hello Author here, I'm open for any suggestions)

[Mature Content] Living his whole life in regret and self-loathing, Hirvan took his last breath thinking he had paid his debts by sacrificing his life for his two sons. However, opening his eyes again, he found himself in a young boy’s body. Can he live for himself this time? ******* First day at university: Other students: Ahhhhhh, it's senior Angel! Thank you, God, for letting us attend the same uni as our male god! Hirvan: Oh, My cute little Yuze. Others: ???? During the orientation: Student 1: What’s with our luck? My husband is going to give us a speech! Studant2: Ren MengSheng, my Idol! I can die in peace! Hirvan: Oh, Son, don’t be nervous. Daddy is here! Others: WTF! In a business seminar at the university: Student 1: That's the legend of the business world! Elian Ashford! Student 2: He is the wealthiest man of the year! Student 3: The most wanted bachelor for the past ten years! Hirvan: Tsk, the cheap father of mine. Others: Whaaaattt???

Mankind's reign came to an end as AIs now rule the world purging it from humans. Those even gained consciousness reducing the chance for humanity to live as they used to. This upheaval happened because of renown scientist who led the creation of a new type of robot during his researches on artificial intelligences. These were released to kill humans when, in December 2132, this scientist made a speech directed at mankind. Is there is a chance for everything to return to normal after such events? Well, I would say that there is still Hope and it is all it takes. [ WPC 282 Contest ] ========== Additional tags: #detailed #serious #romance (putting this here for female lead as my novel 'does not have a gender' but be aware that the plot will not revolves around romance, the primary tags are self explanatory) ========== Author Note: I'm going to do weekly release after my participation to WPC 282. I also wanted to add that my main character is a female and not a male despite the male lead (because, apparently, you cannot put female lead and action or adventure...).

Katerina Belova, a Senior Enforcement Officer of the Multiversal Compliance Division, has one mission: keep realities intact. But when villains threaten to destroy entire universes without the right forms in order, she’s not here for epic battles or grand speeches—she’s here to issue fines (and the occasional arrests). Armed with a notebook, an unimpressed attitude, and a knack for paperwork, Katerina tackles cosmic chaos one villain at a time, all while dealing with paperwork, cosmic energy storms, and way too much bureaucracy. Saving the multiverse has never been so... paperwork-heavy.

Chen is a senior high school student who is now 17 years old. Ever since his mother died of breast cancer, life has been one storm after another. His father works abroad, sending money for Chen's schooling, but every day, he feels farther and farther away from his son. Chen cannot focus in class and is haunted by loneliness, guilt, and pressure to succeed for his family's sake. One day, Chen's English teacher, Ms. Alina, assigns him a reflective essay because he seems to be slipping. Reluctantly, Chen sits down and writes from his heart onto the paper. Through this piece of writing, he relates to Jia, a classmate who turns out to be very compassionate while sharing her experience of having lost one of her parents. Her friend leans on her for support. Meanwhile, there is Chen's childhood friend Miguel, who continues to pull Chen out of his shell, remembering their shared dreams. Luna is the spirited school athlete who promotes Chen to become a member of the running club, and suddenly he finds this endurance sport thrilling. Mr. Tan, this wise school counselor, guides him through his anguish. As Chen starts to heal, he is reunited with his dad through heartfelt video calls. He comes to realize that they both carry the same pain. With support from friends like Sophia, Rafi, Elena, Kai, Maya, Dante, Zara, and Leo, Chen eventually learns that strength lies within vulnerability. At the end of the year, Chen gives a great valediction speech before honoring his mother's memory and embracing a hope of a brighter tomorrow at the school's end.

Beaten to a pulp day by day, exploited, manipulated and forced to live day by day like a slave to the bullies at school. With no hope of revenge, Davis only hoped he could finally shut his eyes forever but even that was not granted to him. Fed up with his life he decides to take a crazy risk "since they don't want to grant me rest then I'll grant them." He finally took revenge at the expense of his life only to be brought back as the abandoned son of the most notorious mafia boss in the entire world. To others being a mafia boss's son may be cool but Davis was the abandoned son of the mafia boss, even bottom tier street gangs had more recognition than him and to top it off he had to take care of his abandoned mother. but fate didn't forget to give him a cheat to get started. After alot of twist and turns, watch as Davis turns from a regular youngster to the ruler of mafia.

The Demon Lord Descension. A terror for all races except the demons who live in blood. But as the tale goes every coin has two sides. A terror will always bring a hero to defeat it. "Hero, we are so sorry for summoning you on such short notice but please help us!", that's how I was brought to this world... Or something like that. Heroes? Demons? I don't really care for all of it, I just want to sleep, to cradle something warm. But why does no one understand? Why do they always keep interrupting me, stop waking me. STOP. WAKING. ME! "Hero, you finally approach my dark lair after 3 years. It's a shame that it won't matter tho-" A slice comes across the room as the furry beast is beheaded during his speech. "I just wanted 20 more minutes..."

A handsome half-orc with a hulking body filled with perfect muscles stands carrying a great axe over one shoulder. His neon blue eyes watching the void, waiting for those that would threaten his world. Huge creatures with monstrous figures, beasts of the abyss, here to kill the orc. Their angered shrieks and pained screams filled the air. The corpses of these monsters surround his body, forming his throne of dread. His long tail smashed down, turning them into pulp while using his brutal axe with powerful chops, cleaving them into pieces. "This world shall become ours; you cannot stop our legion! Orc!" a distorted and evil voice sounded. "WATCH ME!" Shouted the orc, filled with confidence and pride. In defiance, a purple mist shrouded him as he transformed into a monster himself, with long gryphon wings and sharp horns from his head—a hulking muscular body and legs filled with thick scales and black hooves. Bang! The orc stepped forward, his heart burning with passion and desire as he bellowed with a demonic and distorted voice. "I am the Sovereign of Dread, foul Daemons. This is MY world! Return to your wasteland to rot, or DIE!" He was a manticore, the only male manticore ever to exist. He fights not for power. Not for glory! Alistair "Raven" Granbell fights only for his beloved women and because he LOVES to fight the strong and crush them under his axe Mor'vaal and prove he deserves his Dread Sovereign title. Dread Sovereign is exclusively published on Webnovel.com.

In a dilapidated building a boy about 15 year old not very handsome stood wondering why his life became like this having been born from a rich family at the age of twelve was kick out by his grandparents to fend for himself on the street. The boy having nowhere to go, started begging in the street, he later on joins a gang until one day he was caught and taken to the station where an old woman bailed and adopted him. Two years later after the adoption the old woman die by car accident leaving the boy in grief as the only relative of the old lady the boy was given the house and 5000 dollars in a small behind a picture frame box for the boy’s high school tuition fees. James not having enough to eat had to start looking for part time jobs just to fend for himself. Three years later on the graduation day James is called upon stage by the head teacher to give a speech as highest scorer in the region examination. James on the podium gives a heartwarming speech when all of a sudden his was shot.