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THE FOUNDRY PROTOCOL "Try not to die like a bitch this time." That was the last thing the System told me before it rebooted the timeline. I’m Jack Monroe, a construction manager who failed to save the world. In my first life, I died screaming on Day 30, ranked 47th out of 50 warlords, watching my fortress crumble because I cut corners on a concrete wall. Now, I’ve been sent back to Day 1 with a roadmap of the apocalypse carved into my skull and a 30-day countdown to a cosmic Server Wipe. Round Two isn't about heroics. It's about industry. Trapped in the toxic wasteland of East St. Louis, I have to turn a bankrupt chemical plant into an impenetrable Silo. I have to manage a crew of terrified laborers, a mutinous sheriff, and two System entities warring for my soul. The dead don't just walk—they evolve. Shamblers turn into Runners, Runners turn into Mutants, and my neighbors turn into looters. I have a plan. I have a blueprint. I have a shovel. And if you get in the way of my construction schedule, you’re going into the concrete mixer. Build. Harvest. Optimize. Welcome to the Cull. Genre: LitRPG, Post-Apocalyptic, Survival Horror Tags: Kingdom Building, Regression, Anti-Hero, Base Building, Zombie Evolution, Crunch (Stats), Gore, Ruthless Protagonist. Content Warning: This story contains graphic violence, strong language, body horror (System Sickness), and a protagonist who prioritizes survival over morality. Rated 18+

Every empire in the Infinite Realms of Astra agrees on one thing: goblins don't count. Matthew woke up as one anyway a clay given life imagined into existence by a few unique goblins running on stubborn collective belief power at the edge of mapped space. Carrying Earth knowledge, a civilization-building system, and the slowly forming suspicion that "doesn't count" is the most dangerous thing you can be called before you start counting. The goblins don't have armies. They don't have territory. What they have is a power system that runs on population, compounds over time, and builds things no other species in Astra has the biology to replicate. Give them enough people and enough time and the question stops being whether they matter. It becomes whether anyone can stop them. Nobody's asking that question yet. They will. ---------------- This is a slow-burn kingdom-building novel. While there are moments of conflict and high stakes, much of the story focuses on development, advancing technology, crafting, exploration, and watching a civilization grow step by step. Some arcs intentionally slow down to explore the daily lives of the goblins and the consequences of their progress. If you enjoy seeing a world and its people evolve over time, you'll likely enjoy the journey. What to Expect - Non-Human Main Character - Kingdom Building - Technological Uplift - Crafting and Industry Development - Unique Power System - Exploration and Discovery - Large Universe What You Won't Find - Harem - Young Master Face-Slapping - Instant Overpowered Protagonist

My physics fanatic grandpa made a new invention again! And of course, I will obediently be the first victim. Oh wait, what! I time traveled? Cool! Let's have some fun! Viewers this is my first time writing so please don't be too harsh to me! :) English is not my first language so feel free to tell me if I make a mistake somewhere. so Heng Heng Heng we go!

In a world where the Great Dao governs all and Sovereign-realm cultivators shake the heavens with a single breath — there exists a small, unremarkable sect on a quiet mountain. No grand tournaments. No legendary artifacts. No elder councils debating war strategies. Just a man. A table. A cup of tea. Thirty-seven sects have fallen to Zhao Wuhen alone. Ancient Demonic Gods have crossed fractured realms and broken Heavenly Laws to reach this mountain. They all stop at the gate. Not from the disciples who bleed to hold the line. Not from any formation or divine weapon hidden in the stone walls. But from something they feel the moment they arrive. Something old. Something that existed before the Myriad Heavens were written. Something that sits in a pavilion at the peak — and does not move. Even the Great Dao cannot reach where he sits. Even the heavens do not look directly. He has not told his disciples what he is yet. Even Ancient Gods stopped at his gate. He didn’t look up from his tea.”

Voilet, are you listening to me? You are pregnant, Voilet. After hearing this from the doctor Voilet, who was 18 years old, had a very weak eye. She couldn't understand how she could get pregnant. Her marriage was not even 24 hours old. And no boy had touched her yet. How can Voilet get pregnant in such a situation? Her father was just as shocked as Voilet was. He was standing in the doctor's cabin as if he was waiting for a storm to come. That's when the doctor told Keith. Look, Mr. Keith Guleria. I can understand that you both are very worried right now. But before you take any decision let me tell you that the pregnancy is four months over. So abortion is out of question. Voilet thought that the doctor must have made a mistake. So, while standing with the help of the nurse Voilet, who was weak, used her strength to scold the doctor. What are you saying? This is impossible.

He prayed. He waited. He lost everything. When his pregnant wife dies under “unavoidable complications,” grief is supposed to be the end of his story. Instead, it becomes the beginning. As heaven remains silent, he discovers inconsistencies buried in medical records, erased test results, and a system that protects itself at all costs. The more he searches for the truth, the more resistance he faces—warnings disguised as kindness, intimidation masked as concern, and silence enforced by power. This is not a story about faith lost. It is a story about what a man becomes when silence stops being divine and starts being deliberate. Because when justice is buried, and heaven does not answer… someone must.

Liệu một tiền đạo "sa cơ" có thể trở thành hòn đá tảng vững chãi nhất lịch sử Astra? Hay cậu sẽ bị nghiền nát bởi những gã đàn anh quái chiêu và những bài tập "hành xác" của gã HLV đồ tể? "Chào mừng đến với Heaven—nơi thiên đường bắt đầu từ những đôi chân lấm lem địa ngục!"

Yunyun is reincarnated into a post-apocalyptic novel with a powerful female protagonist. Unfortunately, she isn’t the heroine. She’s just a minor cannon fodder character… destined to die early. But after awakening memories of the novel, Yunyun accidentally reveals the future through her thoughts— [Mommy, boohoo… your scumbag husband has been cheating on you for years and even has a child with another woman. In the end, they’ll join forces to cripple and torture you to death!] [Uncle, you’ll be betrayed by an ungrateful subordinate and driven out of your own luxurious home, left to freeze to death in the snow!] [Grandpa… Grandma…] In the original story, only her young aunt—the novel’s female lead—survives to the very end, killing her enemies with her own hands… only to live on as something neither fully human nor a ghost. Before they can recover from learning their fates, another thought leaks out— [Sigh, the apocalypse is coming soon. As a three-year-old cannon fodder, can I go offline early? I don't want to suffer through the end of the world…] Looking at the little milk dumpling in their arms, pretending to be silly just so she can laze around… What else can the Bai family do but spoil her? They hoard supplies, renovate and fortify their home, and prepare in advance for the coming apocalypse. Meanwhile, little Yunyun follows her protagonist aunt, accidentally kicking off the base-building plot and helping create a super base where food and clothing are abundant, even in the apocalypse. Step by step, the Bai family rises to power. In the end, Yunyun is dumbfounded: [Wait… wasn't I supposed to be cannon fodder?! Why does this feel like a "pampered lucky baby" story?!] The Bai family: Their little Yunyun is, indeed, their precious lucky baby.

As a blade of grass, Ji Xiaosong wanted to become an immortal. But having only just gained sentience, she couldn't even leave the hillside. From the Turquoise Pool, a Caiyun named "Rongrong" flew out; she also wanted to become an immortal. But she had no body. By a stroke of accident, Rongrong and Ji Xiaosong teamed up, embarking on a journey of world-hopping through myriad realms. In every lifetime, Ji Xiaosong becomes the mother of powerful figures from the myriad realms, finding suitable fathers for them and raising these powerful figures to adulthood. "My wife is delicate and can't take care of herself, so don't you dare bully her." The protective General pulls Ji Xiaosong into his embrace, looking around warily. The crowd, who had just been bagged in a sack and beaten by Ji Xiaosong: ... "My mother doesn't have much ability to earn money; she can only rely on me." The genius son holds Ji Xiaosong's hand, a look of resignation on his face. Ji Xiaosong, the richest person in the world: ... Everyone thought Ji Xiaosong was weak and easy to bully; how could a blade of grass turn the world upside down? Yet, lifetime after lifetime, she is doted on and pampered, and all things are hers to command.

Lin Jingjing and her friends transmigrated together to the interstellar era, and she became a Grade D Spiritual Ability User. At the very beginning, she was mocked by others and was almost beaten to death. Lin Jingjing was furious. So what if your grade is high? Does having a high grade mean you can do whatever you want! Not wanting to be bullied, Lin Jingjing, who wanted to become stronger, trained hard every day. Just so that one day, she could trample these powerful experts under her feet, one by one. Until the day the mutant beasts attacked, Lin Jingjing was in a daze after her spiritual power suddenly materialized as she tried to save someone. Isn't it that only S-Class experts and above can materialize their spiritual power? How could she, a mere Grade D, do it too?