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Another Doomsday: Moving for Peace, Waking Up Pregnant in Apocalypse

They say life’s full of plot twists—well, Bai Xiaotong’s life is more like a plot pretzel, twisted in all the wrong places. After centuries of fighting in dungeons that suddenly descended into the Murim World, she thought she'd earned a peaceful retirement after moving to another planet. Yet, after buying a dimensional ticket to cross realms, she ends up face-to-face with an even bigger disaster. Goodbye, dungeon gates and loot drop. Welcome to a world crawling with walking deads! Where each bite turns the living into rotting husks of undead. "I bought a wayfarer item to peacefully retire in another human world, not to clean up another horde of monsters! Do I look so bored to change places just to go hunting?! I didn’t sign up for this mess—” she grumbles, dodging a zombie horde. Why does it feel like she was attracting every apocalypse in the multiverse? Where’s the peaceful world she paid millions of cosmic credits for? Wait, did she pay for a doomsday subscription instead and was auto-renewing?! Damn. How could she end up in a dumpster fire, filled with weak humans who can’t even handle brain-dead corpses in a trance? “Seriously, how does anyone lose to that?” But in reality, it’s not the monsters and weak humans that are giving her gray hairs—it’s the fact that... “AHH! Why does my stomach keep on growing? Darn, it hurts, I think it’s going to explode!” “Ow shi— did I peed myself?” No. Wait, what the hell? Someone tell her, it wasn’t her water! The apocalypse? She can handle that. But childbirth during an apocalypse? That's a whole different level of nightmare. “Hey, you can’t come out yet!” This is insane. At least wait until she figures out where’s the father, ah! --- WSA2025 Entry
Azhe_ · 4.8K Views

Not another Dungeon Story

It did not matter who you were. A noble’s blood, a scholar’s wisdom, a merchant’s wealth—none of it meant a damn thing inside the dungeons. Once you stepped beyond those gates, past the threshold where light faded and the unknown swallowed all, there was only one truth that mattered. The strong ruled. The weak perished. It did not matter if you were a prince or a beggar, a decorated warrior or a nameless fool. The dungeon did not care. It did not discriminate. It only tested, again and again, until your bones lay among the countless others who had thought themselves worthy. For most, dungeon diving was not a choice—it was survival. In this city of towering walls and endless ambition, men and women bled for the chance to carve their names into history. They fought for coin, for glory, for the slim chance of rising above their station. They fought because, in Dragnir, power was the only thing that truly mattered. Some dove for wealth, their eyes glimmering with the promise of fortune buried in the depths. Others sought fame, desperate for their names to be whispered in awe, their deeds recorded in legend. And then there were those who fought for power—not for riches, not for glory, but for strength itself. Because in the end, power was the only thing that meant anything. And so, they fought. Again and again, against monsters that never died, in dungeons that never emptied. They struggled, they endured, they bled, and still, the dungeons called for more. For some, the call was a curse. For others, a promise. But no matter the reason, no matter their fate—once they stepped inside, they belonged to the dungeon. And the dungeons… never let go. Right Dungeons, because it's not only one but Three of them with different kinds of hell to offer, will you dive?.
57Hertz · 9K Views

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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Chillin' in Another World

Its a novel with all the elements mention in tags with a chill main character who enjoys life . There will be Actions and Fights and main character will grow stronger. Romance will not be forced. Additional Tags:- # Academy # Adventurers # Angels # Beautiful Female Lead #Bookworm #Calm Protagonist #Charming Protagonist #Curious Protagonist #Elves #Familial Love #Famous Protagonist # Fantasy World #First-time Intercourse #Goddesses #Handsome Male Lead #Hiding True Identity # Magic #Obsessive Love #Politics #Polygamy #R-18 #Reincarnated into Another World #Royalty # Strong Love Interests #Yandere SYNOPSIS :- You know how these reincarnation stories start right..?? I used to be this and that and got hit by a truck and reincarnated in another world as the greatest "____" And at last they became the thing mention in the novel title. But mine was a little different. I didn't want war, I just want peace. I used to be a software engineer at a black company and a part-time webnovel writer.  A fantasy novelist who was not well-known but still had a large fan base. I died because of heart-attack and was born as the youngest son in the noble family, and I was living a leisurely life free of power struggles.  Then I had to take a path for the future. Knight..?? Na, you have to do sword training day and night. Wizards..?? Na, you have to chop off your little brother to get rid of distraction. Work for the Empire..?? Why should I.?? I am a noble I have everything. Then what should I do..? Ohh.. Novels are very popular between nobles but each book was a compilation of literary works. Or should I say it was a collection of poems written by poets? Even popular romance novels were difficult to comprehend due to their highly expressive and unreadable content. Since I was a part-time web novel writer , I should let this world see my great powers... After the release of first book in newspapers- – A novelist who established a new paradigm. What is his name? – A hero epic that will be remembered for a long time. – Powerful expression and readability that can be imagined in the head. An easy-to-read book for people of all ages. – The Crown Prince of the Empire wants the author of ### to publish the next volume immediately. If he doesn't, we will catch him and lock him up in the Imperial Palace. – Not only that, but Princess has also urged to publish the next volume quickly… – All readers are hoping for the next volume to come out as soon as possible, and the author's identity must be revealed urgently… "This… what's happening...??" **Image is not mine And you may notice some similarity to some novels which is normal since I am also a reader so I take some elements to make my story better.
Skywalker007 · 709 Views
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