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Hello! Daichi here! Ever since I got hooked up on novels and manga related to dungeon managing, I've been wishing every year on my birthday to be one in a fantasy world. Stupid right? But what if I tell you I really am one? Right now I am managing a small dungeon that is still not well-known but in due time. I will make it the biggest and hardest dungeon ever known to mankind! A/N: MC is a clueless idiot in the early chapters, so anybody wondering why he did what he did, here is the evidence. Another A/N: I forgot one chapter, (chapter 20) so I added it back. For those who weren't able to read it, I apologize for this mistake, and it won't happen again.

Xu Fan, a student and welder, received an order to weld a 500cm tall mecha—the more futuristic, the better! It was a birthday gift from a beautiful female client to her scientist grandfather, and she assured him the money was plentiful. The difficulty was too much, and he was about to give up when he activated a super-powerful technology system, and the mecha was successfully built. On the day of the birthday banquet, the mecha made its debut, its cool and sharp design stunning everyone. The beautiful client was dumbfounded: "I think I added an extra zero to the height requirement!" Just when people thought it was just a model, the mecha's engine spewed out azure flames, and a powerful blast of air exploded throughout the venue, blowing the guests off their feet! [I'm earning dog food for Er Gou] (THIS NOVEL IS NOT MINE)

** On Christmas Eve, 2012, humanity is besieged by grotesque creatures called the **Twisted**. Aya Brea, an amnesiac woman with a mysterious past, awakens to find she is the only hope of survival. Through a unique power called **Overdive**, she can project her soul into others’ bodies, turning soldiers into unwilling vessels in a war to reclaim the world. As Aya fights through burning New York and the nightmarish **Babel towers**, fragments of memory reveal a darker truth: the Twisted are born from her own broken soul. Years earlier, to save her beloved sister Eve, Aya gave up her body and identity, fracturing time itself. Now, hunted by monsters that are reflections of herself, Aya must face the cost of salvation. In the end, Aya embraces the ultimate sacrifice — erasing her very existence so Eve and humanity can live free. The world is restored, though no one remembers Aya Brea… except, perhaps, in a fleeting warmth that lingers on Christmas morning.

On the day cancer claimed my life, my spouse was engrossed in celebrating his lover's birthday. When the physician rang to notify him of my passing, he dismissed it as another of my ploys to evade our divorce. He replied coldly, "If she's determined to die, so be it. It spares me the hassle of divorcing her." However, destiny had other ideas. A film about my struggle with cancer unexpectedly became popular, and news of my death spread online. Only then did he grasp the seriousness of the situation and hurried to the medical center. Upon seeing my lifeless form, he collapsed in tears, sobbing, "Wendy, forgive me. I was mistaken!" But it was too late. I would never return to hear his regrets.

Thirty-three years old. For most people, it's the prime of life. For a footballer, it's the sound of a clock that never stops ticking. August 10, 2023. While all of England buzzes with anticipation for the Premier League's opening week, Miller Jolene O'Brian sits alone in a worn-down boxing gym in Manchester. No celebration, no birthday cake. Just sweat soaking through the sharp edges of his Mohawk Mullet. Today, he turns thirty-three — and his only gift is a brutal truth: he has no club. Released by Toronto FC at the end of last season, Miller has become something of a ghost. His agent — Uncle Connor — hasn't delivered a single promising call. His name has been quietly scratched off every wishlist at the top clubs. "Too old," the scouts say. "Too slow," the data analysts whisper. Yet Miller O'Brian is nothing if not stubbornly extraordinary. While his peers are already weighing retirement or chasing final paydays in the Gulf, Miller has turned down lucrative offers from Qatar and Saudi Arabia without a second thought. He carries both an American and an Irish passport — two nations ready to hand him the captain's armband tomorrow morning, if only he'd say the word. But Miller wants only one thing. One call from The Three Lions. Every morning, he raises both palms to the sky. The Crescent and Star tattooed on his left — a prayer for his mother. The Cross on his right — a tribute to the legacy of his father. Beneath the rough exterior and the cold, steel gaze that has frozen countless defenders in their tracks, Miller is something few would expect: a gentle soul. In the presence of his parents, the fearsome striker is simply a devoted son — soft-spoken, careful, and full of quiet love. Can a thirty-three-year-old ghost of a man still haunt the dreams of an entire nation? Only time will tell. Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional. All public figures referenced are used as fictional characters and do not represent their real lives, actions, or views.

PROLOGUE I was walking through the hallway when I noticed a crowd of students circling someone in the middle. And there I saw a man singing which cause the students to squeal in excitement. Covering my ears, I was about to walk away when suddenly my eyes caught a Goddess in the crowd. She's the only one who stands out among them. Her beautiful eyes shone in happiness, her cute smile that can make anyone stunned in their stanceㅡ like me, her nose that I want to kiss, and her whole appearance that made my whole being tingled in a way I have never felt before. Is she aphrodite's hidden daughter? Her beauty is etherealㅡcliché, I know. My heart starts to beat faster and faster in each seconds, and it seems like I'm in heaven just by staring at her. ---------- But my smile broke the moment I saw the man who was singing approached her before kneeling in front of her and held her hands before giving it a chaste kiss. My heart broke into a thousand pieces when I saw how her smile went wide before nodding at the man. I didn't even bother to cover my ears when all of the students screamed so loud that almost break my eardrum. Silly me for crying when I just met her today. [And that's how I fell in hell from heaven.]

the protagonist's journey and his ultimate triumph. Reflect on the lessons learned and the universal themes explored in the novel.

Justicia, la palabra que siempre buscó Jayden Miller, un joven que recientemente perdió a su mujer y sus mejores amigos. Han pasado 3 meses desde que Abigail muriese, y Blair volviese a Inglaterra. Durante estos meses, un derrotado Jayden, comenzó a trabajar como recompensas, a la par que comienza a a buscar justicia contra Dake. Pero eso no es todo. 10 años antes, un recién traumado Jayden de 17 años, buscará ayudar a otros con sus mismos traumas.

My name is Sebastian Miller, a normal nerd kid. One day I got hit by a truck and now I have a system, like in Isekais. With that I will achieve my dream of fucking all of the girls from this world.