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Swordsman Who Is Good in Bed

A naive boy named Raka constantly shouted that he wanted to be the strongest swordsman in the universe, just like the typical hot-blooded comic book protagonists. Raka was very confident because he believed he was a destined prince who could change the course of the world. He thought this way not just because of his blind confidence or other empty things, but because of the strange dreams he kept having. Since he was a child, when Raka slept, he dreamed that he would become a great figure, whether in the military, in the civilian sector, or even in the medical field. Raka's dreams were so real as if he experienced them himself. Even more commendable, the limited information in his dreams had truth in them. Everything went according to Raka's wishes at first, but on the day of his awakening, instead of awakening the holy sword that he should have, he awakened a virtual resonance in the form of a bed. With this, Raka was devastated. He never thought he would become the greatest swordsman in the universe, but only in his dreams. Raka, who was confused, felt that the people around him were mocking him, his friends pitied him, and his family doubted him. At a time when Raka was desperate, the sword that had been with him for years turned out to have what is called a spirit. So all this time, what Raka thought was a revelation from heaven turned out to be information deliberately implanted by the Sword Spirit to disrupt his cognition and make his body compatible with the souls within the sword. With this, under the conspiracy of the Sword Spirit, Raka was severely injured. With this, five souls entered Raka's soul chamber and caused chaos. Several memories belonging to other people immediately merged with Raka's soul, which was constantly being injured by the other five souls. When he was in a life-and-death crisis, Raka was saved by a miracle. But after that, Raka became confused about who he was, whether he was Raka or one of the five invading souls of the sword spirit, or what. Now the naive Raka is forced to grow up and experience a severe identity crisis, will he still pursue his dream of being the greatest swordsman in the world or something else? 
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When good turns evil

Imagine finding out you've been living a life that isn't yours, and having no way to erase the past and start anew?. The probability of disappearing forever is uncertain. But will you be able to leave behind everything you've ever known?. ... Pargon Imperial Academy located in Sideræl 18-year-old Phelia is taken to one of the most prestigious academies to improve her abilities. With her observant nature and developing ability to read minds, which she finds useless. Prior to her expections of maintaining a quite life and graduating, Phelia forms strong bonds with her peers and uncovers hidden secrets within the academy. Delving deeper into the mysteries of the academy, she participates in inter-school competitions, unlocking exclusive areas, and enhancing her magical abilities, further improving herself. However, in the long run, she eventually discovers that her past is shrouded in mystery, and her connection to the magical world is more complex than she ever imagined. But the most startling revelation awaits her, that as she desperately seeks the truth about her identity, she must confront the darkest corners of her own soul and face treacherous situations. The risk of losing herself to the shadows of her own psyche hangs precariously in the balance. Will Phelia be able to uncover the truth about her past, master her powers, and confront the darkness awaiting her, or will she succumb to the evil that threatens to consume her? Note: "Features complex, morally ambiguous characters that challenge traditional notions of good and evil."
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For Me, For Us, For Everyone

Cigarette smoke curls in the stagnant air, the dim glow of a dying bulb casting twisted shadows against the walls littered with half-torn articles and red-thread connections. Somewhere between the ink-stained papers and the scattered pills, a man sits—silent, unmoving, staring blankly at a stuffed monkey in a clown suit. A detective, they call him. A man of justice, a solver of mysteries. But behind the applause and empty praises, behind the sharp smiles and hollow congratulations, he is nothing but a walking contradiction—one hand holding a case file, the other exchanging cash for little plastic sachets. His mind is a labyrinth of voices, whispers that coil around his thoughts like suffocating vines. His brother grins at him from the corners of his vision, eyes glinting with the truth he refuses to face. His father’s voice is gentle, forgiving—too forgiving. Too much for a man who doesn’t deserve it. Each pill swallowed is another step into the illusion, another moment of stolen happiness before the weight of reality drags him under. He walks the city streets, drowning in faces that admire him, loathe him, see him as something he is not. He is both a hero and a villain, a detective and a criminal, a man trying to outrun the past while shackled to its corpse. And at the end of the night, when the echoes of the world fall away, all that remains is the darkness, the whispers, and the suffocating truth—he can never escape them.
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