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In a magical medieval world, it's difficult to hold on to one's beliefs... even maintaining one's integrity is a challenge. Because the commoners here are not simple; they are ignorant, greedy, and cruel. Because the nobles here are not noble; they are insidious, ruthless, and tyrannical. However... not all human constitutions can be generalized. Lann touches the two hearts and three lungs beneath his chest. He estimates that not only in this world but also in the other worlds connected through the convergence of celestial spheres, he can maintain a healthy sense of morality. —And then get rid of all the incorrigible scum!

In einer magischen, mittelalterlichen Welt ist es schwierig, an seinen Überzeugungen festzuhalten … selbst die Wahrung der eigenen Integrität ist eine Herausforderung. Denn die einfachen Leute hier sind nicht einfach; sie sind ignorant, gierig und grausam. Denn die Adligen hier sind nicht edel; sie sind heimtückisch, rücksichtslos und tyrannisch. Jedoch … nicht alle menschlichen Veranlagungen können verallgemeinert werden. Lann berührt die zwei Herzen und drei Lungen unter seiner Brust. Er schätzt, dass er nicht nur in dieser Welt, sondern auch in den anderen Welten, die durch die Konvergenz der Sphären verbunden sind, einen gesunden Sinn für Moral bewahren kann. – Und dann den ganzen unverbesserlichen Abschaum loswerden!

Dans un monde médiéval magique, il est difficile de s'accrocher à ses convictions... même préserver son intégrité est un défi. Parce que les roturiers ici ne sont pas simples ; ils sont ignorants, avides et cruels. Parce que les nobles ici ne sont pas nobles ; ils sont insidieux, impitoyables et tyranniques. Cependant... toutes les constitutions humaines ne peuvent être généralisées. Lann touche les deux cœurs et trois poumons sous sa poitrine. Il estime que non seulement dans ce monde, mais aussi dans les autres mondes connectés par la convergence des sphères célestes, il peut maintenir une saine moralité. —Et ensuite se débarrasser de toute la racaille incorrigible !

When Shivay was born, he already knew who he was. His identity had not been erased by death or rebirth. Somewhere deep within his consciousness, his name, his past, and his purpose remained intact. Yet one truth continued to trouble him—he did not know where he was. Was this the afterlife? Or had he truly been born again? Trapped in the body of a newborn, Shivay could not understand the rules of this existence. The world felt solid, real, and bound by time—nothing like the realms beyond life he remembered. And yet, it was unfamiliar. Too fragile. Too limited. He could think clearly, but he could not act. He could remember, but he could not speak. That was when the question arose within him: Does reincarnation truly exist? Shivay did not believe reincarnation was a simple cycle where souls endlessly returned. If that were true, everyone would remember. Everyone would awaken. But they did not. Most lived and died without ever knowing what came before. So why had he returned? The answer slowly formed within him—not as words, but as certainty. He had been born again because his story was unfinished. This was not a reward. It was not punishment either. His rebirth was a necessity. Something beyond gods, beyond fate, had chosen continuity over ending. Shivay realized that reincarnation was real—but only when existence itself required it. Still, many questions remained unanswered. Why had he been born into this world? Who would help him in this fragile form? And whose help was he meant to give? Shivay sensed that someone, somewhere, was waiting—someone connected to the same imbalance that had pulled him back from death. Their paths would cross not by coincidence, but by purpose. Until then, others would guide him unknowingly, protecting him, raising him, preparing him for the moment when his awareness and strength would align. For now, Shivay could only wait. He would grow. He would observe. And he would endure the silence of childhood. Because one day, when the truth finally revealed itself, Shivay would understand not only why he was reborn—but who he was meant to help, and who would help him in return. Until that day, he remained a king in memory… and a child in the world.

Marcus is abducted and forced to act as a Champion of a forgotten god in a series of Olympic-like games. He is good at finding exploits in game systems and treats his new found existence the same.

On the night he was abandoned by his wife, he took out the Centurion Card with 400 million in it. It opened the door for him to become the richest in the world...

Long-time loner and party girl Marty Pendleton has finally fallen in love. The problem: Marty lives in Seattle, and her new girlfriend Taylor lives in Boston. Her best friend Elaine and her brother Sean are worried that, as usual, Marty will blow it.<br><br>Taylor is everything Marty could want in a woman: sexy, confident, and successful. But how will Taylor handle Marty’s penchant for over-reacting and drinking a bit too much?<br><br>When Marty makes assumptions, she risks losing everything. Can she convince Taylor she’ll change for the better and make this work, even long-distance?

dying general's final warning speaks of Namidaon, the First King of Monsters, stirring beneath the Abyssal Throne, but the message vanishes before the eyes of the Academy's elite. Only Saiko, a Rank G cleaner, can see the crimson script, revealing a prophecy of a world on the brink of unmaking. Stripped of their status for believing a myth, agents Sarah and Daniel find themselves imprisoned, while the Academy dismisses the impossible truth. Now, with a cosmic threat awakening and the world's protectors blind, Saiko's unique sight might be the only hope against an ancient evil. Can a boy with no rank convince a world of skeptics before the Crimson Moon turns and unleashes an infinite terror?

"I know where your little sister is. She's still alive." "What are you trying to get from me, to admit something unbelievable? Selena is dead! I witnessed her death with my own eyes!" ... Hoping to believe the man's words, even though they sounded like nonsense, something that tugged on his vulnerability, Sorn agreed to join the nameless independent survival group led by a strange man. Ralf, a mysterious man immune to the zombie virus, someone with unique abilities that sometimes made Sorn think he was not human. The more he interacted with the man, the more confusing things became for Sorn. He was reluctant to admit that being friends with him wasn't entirely unpleasant. Eventually, when Ralf revealed his past, Sorn became more convinced that meeting his sister was a goal worth pursuing. Even so, he couldn't truly believe that his sister was still alive, as Ralf claimed. The memory of watching her get eaten by a horde of zombies was still fresh in his mind. "I promise I'll bring your sister back. Before your birthday comes, you'll see her right in front of you. Will you trust me?" Sorn's chest felt warm and oddly fluttery, he simply nodded, trusting the man in silence—though it was very difficult to say so verbally. — (are you tired with red flag top? then read this if you like actions, slaying zombie, and green flag top!)

The first time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom died just as her bridal sedan chair arrived at his door. The second time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom was struck by lightning just as the auspicious hour arrived. Having been 'returned' twice, her ominous reputation spread throughout the surrounding villages, and it seemed she would be left on her family's hands. Her grandmother, who favored boys over girls, slapped her thighs and wailed, "What sins did I commit in my past life, that you can't even be sold for a single tael of silver!" Ji Huan: "...You might not believe this, but I'm destined for great fortune in the future." Yikes! There's a rule that "those who are unmarried by the age of seventeen will be assigned a husband by an official"? Not to worry, not to worry, I'll just find a fake husband to deal with it. That vagrant at the village entrance... if he cleans up, he's actually quite presentable. It'll be him!