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After an intense battle against the Republic, General Grievous and his army are forced to land onto a planet called Remnant.

Un chico sin ningún recuerdo de su anterior vida, es reencarnado en el mundo de Remnant por una diosa desconocida, con una misión. Cogerse a todas las mujeres que pueda...

Aaradhya is just a quiet schoolgirl in the eyes of her classmates. Orphaned young and ignored by her peers, she blends into the background at Taraniketan School. But when a series of disappearances grip the town of Subarnagarh, whispers begin to spread of a mysterious figure in a white mask—solving cases, then vanishing without a trace. As fear creeps into the school halls and strange symbols start appearing, Aaradhya finds herself tangled in a deadly game. Who is the Psycho Doll? Why are students disappearing? And can anyone be trusted when even the mirrors seem to lie?

A new house. A fresh start. A living nightmare. Lina never believed in ghosts—until the walls began to whisper her name. Doors move on their own. Shadows follow her every step. And every mirror reflects something… watching back. This isn’t just a haunted house. It’s alive. And it’s hungry. Now that Lina has entered, there’s only one terrifying truth left to face— The house doesn’t let go of what belongs to it.

Eli Voss wakes up in a room that isn't his. The walls are covered in photographs, newspaper clippings, and red string connecting names he doesn't recognize. His knuckles are bruised. His shirt is torn. And on the floor, a headline reads: Third Victim Found — Police Seek Unknown Suspect. He doesn't remember any of it. But the worst part? Deep down… he almost does. It starts with small things. The mirror moving a half-second too slow. A smile that isn't his curling at the corners of his reflection. He tells himself it's stress. He tells himself he's imagining things. He tells himself a lot of things. As Detective Crane closes in on a killer the press has named The Architect, Eli begins to unravel a truth more terrifying than any crime scene: there is something living inside him — something that has been watching from behind his eyes for years, studying him, collecting, waiting for the moments he looks away. Not a blackout. Not dissociation. Something worse. A second self that knows him better than he knows himself. In this story, the monster was never hiding in the dark. It was built from every impulse he buried, every thought he swallowed, every reflection he refused to hold for too long. Who am I… if I'm not the one killing?

The world moves forward, second by second. But for some, time listens. Michael has no past he’s willing to speak of, and no name etched in legacy. Yet deep within him stirs a power older than war and quieter than death—the ability to hold the world still while it spins in madness. Cast through a system that treats the broken like burdens. Where others dream of being chosen, he dreams of peace. But in a world ruled by power, silence is often mistaken for weakness—and monsters often wear smiles. As unrest stirs outside the orphanage walls and deeper truths about the nature of power begin to surface, Michael will have to choose: remain the quiet boy who watches from the margins, or become something more—something unspoken and unstoppable. He doesn’t want to be a hero. But time has a cruel sense of irony.

In the heart of the Old Era, rising religions and cults clash in an unrelenting struggle for power, while the ancient force of magic wanes. The Ascended Ones—enigmatic and power-hungry—extend their influence deep into the lands of Yylagdris, seeking followers and territories for purposes shrouded in mystery. A new era has dawned with the rise of Beast Taming, a practice once limited to mages who bonded with Familiars. Now, it has become a prestigious profession, promising wealth and wonder to those who master its mysteries. The younger generation is divided: many dream of becoming Paladins, enforcers of the Ascended Ones' will. Others yearn to be Beast Tamers, uncovering the profound secrets of this evolving art. Yet, a third faction clings to the olden ways, refusing to abandon ancient traditions. Amid this turmoil, one pacifist dares to dream of changing the world—not through violence, but by ending the cycle of war and ambition. Yet, in a world consumed by conflict and conquest, where can such a dreamer find their place? ************************************* Rising Star II entry

A NEW STORY LADIES AND GENTS, THIS IS A STORY ABOUT THE DANGERS OF ALCOHOL AND HANG AROUND BAD PEOPLE AND WELL BE RIGHT ON TIME IN YOUR HOME OR YOUR WIFE WILL KILL YOU.

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"