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What if a modern man were born in the era of gods? What would philosophy, war, Dharma, and everyday conversations look like through the eyes of someone who grew up with science and logic? Vedant died at the lowest point of his life. Reborn in ancient Bharat as Advay, he is given a second chance—a loving family, a peaceful childhood, and the opportunity to start over. But destiny has other plans. The shadow of the Mahabharata looms over the kingdoms. As war approaches, Advay is drawn into a world of Dharma, Karma, sacrifice, and power, where every choice carries a price. Guided by the teachings of Lord Krishna, he must decide what it truly means to walk the right path… when every path demands blood. In a world where Karma shapes power and the gods judge every soul, can a man from the modern age change fate—or will fate change him first?

Jane falls in love with someone who is taken. much goes on but what will she do?

A journalist visits his sister in the countryside only to realize her village is being attacked by something supernatural.

It was never just a game. It was a trial written before time. Across Earth, select individuals received an enigmatic message—an invite to an immersive game offering one impossible reward: any wish fulfilled. Glory, power, revenge, resurrection—whatever they desired. But it was a lie. Or rather… a test. Upon accepting, they were cast out of their world—reincarnated or transmigrated into chaotic realms shaped by myth, ruin, and ancient memory. Each chosen one now inhabits a different reality, from dying cities veiled in ash to frozen kingdoms ruled by elemental bloodlines. An Ancient Being, long sealed beyond the known cosmos, crafted this game. Not for entertainment—but as a crucible. A hunt for worthy souls capable of standing against the rise of the Primordial Beings, eldritch entities stirring once more beneath the skin of reality. Elias Vale, a man with a fractured name, awakens in a labyrinth of identity and unreality. Zyren, reborn as an Iceborn dragon prince, struggles to master a body forged of frost and legacy. And countless others—players turned pawns—now fight, grow, and uncover the truth: that survival is not the reward—it’s the prerequisite. To win is to ascend. To fall is to vanish from every realm. The game has begun. And only the exceptional will endure.

I woke up one morning totally clueless about what had happened the night before. My head was throbbing, and where I was lying didn’t feel like my own bed. I opened my eyes, which were heavy to lift, and to my unexpected surprise— BAM! I wasn’t where I thought I was. Better yet, I wasn’t where I was supposed to be—my own place. I was in a different world, one that felt like a dream. Only, when I tried to slap and pinch myself, hoping I would wake up from this so-called dream… Nothing happened. I was still in the same place I had been a second ago. I thought I had finally lost it, only to find out that things couldn’t be worse than they were at that very instant. That’s when I realized I wasn’t just in a different place. This place wasn’t just another town. It was another world. A world that, as I kept exploring while trying to find my way back home, I noticed was the very world I used to escape to after long, hard days at work. This world isn’t just any timeline that suffered from The Butterfly Effect. This is the world of my favorite game. And the worst part? I’m no longer just a gamer on the other side of the screen. In a world where magic is like the air we breathe every day, I’m caught in a twisted era where a war against all species rages on. Now I have a new mission and new goal. I must survive this war. At first, things would have been easier because my avatar was the main character of the game—but not anymore. I’m not the main character. I’m not the one destined to save the world. I’m actually the opposite of the main character. This new avatar I’ve been thrown into isn’t even part of the main character’s group. This character is simply a non-PC. Meaning I’m either meant to guide the hero until he reaches a certain level, or I’m just one of the characters who die during the breakout and the beginning of the war. In other words, I’m just a mob. A nobody. You know what? Fine. I’ll be the side background character who’s doomed from the start. But since I’m not the main character, it means I’m not the calamity magnate—and now that I think about it, that’s actually a really good thing. That guy never rests. He’s always either fighting or running off on another quest. Fuck that. I want to rest. But I’m not saying I’ll sit on the sidelines and watch him grow. Screw that—I’m going to outshine him. I’m going to outsmart him. I may not be important to anyone else, but I know this game and this world inside out, like the back of my hand. And now I’m going to use that advantage. I’m going to rise. I’m going to rank up. But I hope that in doing so, I don’t cause my own Butterfly Effect. Because I’d hate to be the hero once again— A hero who, in the end, is fated to die.

A story about real male sex!

After accidentally falling off a cliff, Faye Yardley finds herself transmigrated into a male-oriented sea survival novel she had read. Not wanting to become the cannon fodder character who shares her name, and determined to ensure her brother survives, she resolves to clear this sea survival game and leave the game world alive.

Before Feng Yi ascended the throne, no one wanted to marry this prince who lacked presence and was out of favor. After his ascension, the harem was filled with the daughters of high-ranking court officials. They were an eyesore to look at and vexing to deal with. He felt that even favoring them would defile his own dragon body. He decided to choose a woman with a fiery, arrogant, domineering, and jealous nature to enter the palace, to cast all this "trash" into the Cold Palace on his behalf. Song Yunzhao had transmigrated to ancient times for fourteen years, all the while laying low and just trying to get by. She was just waiting for the plot to begin, then she would transform into a villainess—arrogant, domineering, fiery, and jealous—so that she would be rejected from the selection and could then choose a husband to live a carefree and happy life with. Later, Song Yunzhao watched as His Majesty smiled at her with immense indulgence and said, "Zhaozhao, come here." Song Yunzhao immediately felt that something was terribly wrong, a chill running up from the soles of her feet. The damned Emperor wore a gentle expression, but his eyes were as cold as ice; he clearly wanted to use her as his blade!

In her past life, Tang Mo accidentally lost her own Space Jade Pendant when the apocalypse began, losing her biggest golden finger. Afterwards, her superpower training went awry, she lost her loved ones, suffered from ostracization, and utterly ruined the good hand she was dealt, ultimately dying at the mouths of mutant beasts. Opening her eyes again, Tang Mo was reborn one week before the start of the apocalypse. None of the tragedies has happened yet! How will she seize the opportunity and walk her own path to becoming a powerful figure in the apocalypse?

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"