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She provoked the most powerful and overbearing man in the city, and only the next day did she realize he was her immediate boss. She thought he was just a passerby in her life, but to her surprise, he became addicted to toying with her and had the audacity to show up at her door. "Wife, you have to take responsibility for me! I have your child!!" "Gong Beiming, can you have some shame?" The CEO actually pulled a little pink dumpling from behind his back and announced quite seriously, "This is indeed your own flesh and blood, you can't deny it!" "Mommy, I found you, yay!" The little pink dumpling flung herself at her, hugging her legs and acting cute and coquettish. Chi Xiaoyu was utterly confused. She had never been married, so how could she have a child? What was even more fatal was that this kid really did look exactly like her…

"You can't escape!" he pressed her against the ice-cold wall. She had been manipulated by him to marry another man, but lost her virginity to him the night before the engagement. On the day of her engagement, he said to her fiancé, "Can I borrow your wife?" And he conquered her ... On the third day, she was handed to him by her fiancé, and he pressed her against the office desk, "I like it this way!" He was addicted to her and spoiled her wilfully, to the point no one dared to stop him. She was unable to resist and slowly fell for it …

One minute, he was scrolling memes. The next? Crushed by a piano and yeeted into the afterlife. Enter System 707: snarky, glitchy, and very much not interested in customer service. Now stuck in the Multi-Existence Synchronization Protocol - aka: “die, jump worlds, survive if you can” - our unlucky (...or lucky?) protagonist is reincarnating across increasingly unhinged realities. Skills transfer, memories stick, and dying? Unfortunately still on the menu. He never signed up for romance, but fate (and System 707's terrible sense of humor) keeps throwing him into tangled soul-deep connections with the same man - or versions of him, over and over again. One world at a time, one sarcastic reboot later, he’s realizing the rules of existence aren’t just broken - they’re personalized chaos. Fall in love. Try not to die. And whatever you do, don’t piss off the system. Because dying once is unfortunate. Dying again? That’s just Tuesday.

*Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding* *Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding* *Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding* "Uh, whatcha doing there System-chan?" *Ding**Ding**Ding**Ding* "You know they can't understand you right?" *Ding*

In the neon-lit ruins of a future Earth, where clones are manufactured to fight wars, follow orders, and die without asking why, Adam 141 is a glitch in the system. He's a failed clone. An echo. A memory they tried to erase. But when a mission goes wrong and he's entangled with another clone, Zen Zero, the prototype they buried, Adam uncovers a conspiracy that threatens the entire clone-controlled hierarchy. The Lambda System, a ruthless technocracy built on memory manipulation and recycled obedience, has kept its grip through fear, tech, and silence. Until now. Haunted by fragmented pasts, hunted by the very army he once served, and carrying stolen intel that could shatter reality, Adam must outrun kill-drones, decode corrupted memories, and awaken others like him, forgotten weapons discarded by a system afraid of its own creation. Beside him stands Aomi, a rogue data-runner who remembers what love is—something Adam was never programmed to feel. Now, as revolts erupt, AI warlords descend, and the fabric of identity itself unravels, one clone will ignite the rebellion not just to survive… …but to remember who he was meant to be

"Some people win lotteries. I won a centuries-old boyfriend who refuses to move on." ------------------------------------------------------- Wei Jun, he thought he was just a normal man from a family obsessed with supernatural things. Until one day, a casual walk near the cursed tree gifted him something he didn’t sign up for— A beautiful man in white, waiting under crimson leaves, smiling like he had been expecting him for centuries. “Ah, you’re finally back,” he said, voice soft as falling leaves. “I’ve been waiting ... just like you told me to.” He called him by a name he didn’t remember, telling his stories of a past life he never lived, and asked him to love him the way his long-dead lover did. Problem is, he thought he was falling for him too. But when ghosts cling to promises made long ago, someone always had to let go. Congratulations, indeed. Because when the game was fate, the prize might just be your soul!

In a peaceful world run by Orpheus — an all-knowing AI — peace is maintained through population control. Every week, a small number of citizens are randomly selected for “Termination,” in a program called the Terminal Freedom Initiative. Those selected get 7 days of absolute freedom. No rules. No consequences. All desires granted. Rayan Malik, a sarcastic coffee shop worker with no ambitions and too many regrets, is one such unlucky winner. But when Day 7 passes… and he wakes up alive… everything changes. Hunted by the system, marked “legally dead,” and stalked by rebels who think he holds the key to breaking the AI’s control, Rayan must figure out why he survived — and what Orpheus is hiding. If the system wants him gone… he might just live long enough to break it.

Concorde, a nation built because of chaos, brought down because of chaos. Witness how Concorde rose to power and how it fell.

O que é concórdia? você está pronto? ninguém segura o que não pode ser contido, as coisas são como devem ser, as traições são escondidas e devem ser mantidas escondidas, os segredos mechem, abalam, quem meche com que não deve acha o que não quer. Venha, mergulhe e descubra todos os segredos que abalam um grupo de pessoas no interior do Brasil, que serão asoladas por um segredo antigo, algo que nunca deveria ter sido desenterrado, uma vez que você faz o que não não deve há um preço a se pagar. Uma coisa é certa, nada é realmente real, e se salva não será nada fácil.

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!