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A young Brave walked out of his village, gathered companions to his side, defeated the Great Demon King, became famous, then came back with beauties in hand! This was a legend that appears in the world of Seyrol every 200 years! Our protagonist, however, isn’t a Brave. Even so, for over a thousand years his figure has loomed throughout its history. Unwittingly, the name of the Red Priest began to resound throughout the world. Red Priest’s legend included extraordinary sword techniques and magic, erudite knowledge, and an almost prophetic ability to lead young Braves toward the proper path. People of the world think of him as a descendent of the ancient Golden Race which led to his omnipotence. In essence, however, this was just the characteristics of the profession known as ‘Noble’. A word from the fabulousest translator/editor on Earth which is me I took upon this translation/editing project for the same reason I started translating my first Chinese novel. There are just too many big ass gems buried in a deep cesspool. I've long guessed that Qidian stopped introducing good Chinese novels on this platform in order to give some breathing room for English (and other) originals, but I don't agree with such approach. From a reader's standpoint, it is such a shame that we don't even know how many brilliant works we are missing because of the language barrier. To be honest, I'm mainly copypasting from the site called Novelhi. It is a really good resource and their machine translation is the best I've seen so far, and they also translate up to the latest available chapter. Still, they have several issues. For some reason they always miss the last paragraph which make you can missout on a potentially very important information related to a story, and they also have parts where just a couple of words gets repeated for a whole paragraph and it actually replaces the original text. They also translate an ad together with a chapter which is immersion breaking. I'll be correcting the inherent sins of such MTL with manual editing and translation and I will also polish some rough edges so that the readers will have as much seemless reading experience as possible. You will definitely have a better time reading this than me for sure

He’s her assistant. Loyal. Obedient. Untouchable. Victoria Sharp built her tech empire from scratch. She's rich, ruthless, and always in control. No scandals, no distractions, especially not from a certain devastatingly attractive executive assistant with bewitching eyes and a voice that could ruin her in seconds. James Mitchell has worked under Victoria for three years, hiding his desire behind professionalism and perfect ties. He knows the rules. He respects her boundaries. But when she starts breaking her own, James isn’t sure how long he can keep pretending he doesn’t want her. What begins as subtle tension, lingering stares, coffee with hidden meanings, after-hours “accidental” meetings, spirals into something hotter, darker, and far more dangerous. She’s used to power. He’s used to silence. But neither of them is ready for obsession. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "If you want these lips, then earn them." James's words hung in the air between them, transforming the atmosphere in Victoria's office from tense confrontation to something entirely unprecedented. Victoria sat frozen in her chair, her lips still parted in silent shock, her mind struggling to process what had just transpired. Earn them. The phrase echoed in her thoughts, foreign and disorienting. "If you want to keep tasting these lips, then you'll have to woo me." The additional statement landed like a second shockwave. Woo him? Victoria Sharp didn't woo anyone. ------------- "Victoria, what are you…" James words died in his throat as he felt the warm, wet heat of her tongue against his exposed chest. Victoria had found the gap in his shirt and was licking his skin with deliberate, erotic slowness that made his entire body go rigid with shock and arousal. The sensation was unlike anything James had ever experienced, raw and intimate and so unexpected that it short-circuited his ability to think coherently. Victoria's tongue was warm and soft against his skin, tracing patterns that sent bolts of electricity straight to his core. This was madness, she knew that. But she was past caring about sanity or propriety or any of the rules that had governed her life up until this moment. All she cared about was the man in her arms and the way he made her feel like she was coming alive for the first time in years. Her tongue found the small mole on under his right eye, and she felt James's entire body shudder at the contact. "I love that mole on you," she whispered against his skin, her voice husky with desire. James's eyes slammed shut at the intimate contact, his body betraying him as a soft groan escaped his lips. The sensation of Victoria's tongue on his face was so unexpected, so boldly sensual, that his pulse hammering against his throat. "I will do as you say, James," she said, her voice husky with desire and determination. "I will woo you." The words sent a jolt of satisfaction through James's system, but it was her next statement that made his breath catch. "However, you should know that I am very territorial." "You just sit down, look effortlessly handsome, and prepare to be wooed," she said, her voice carrying all the authority of a woman who was used to getting exactly what she wanted. "Remember, James," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper that somehow managed to carry more authority than any shout ever could. "You are mine." The declaration hung between them like a brand, marking him as surely as if she'd physically claimed him. Enemies-to-lovers tension CEO x Executive Assistant Office slow-burn with high heat Obsession, betrayal, and emotional redemption One woman who’s never been owned and the man she can’t control If you love dominant heroines breaking their own rules, devoted but strong men, and drama that keeps you breathless, then be ready to be will consumed.

Villains roam the world without any retribution. Demonic sects wage war against the Orthodox and emerge victorious. Neutral tribes stand by and do not help the worthy – they only look to profit from others’ misfortune. Meanwhile, fresh dangers brew beneath the turbulent waves... Might is right in the world of cultivators, and evil often goes unchecked. Isaac Dahl is born in the barren and chaotic lands of Northern Tundra. He shows promise, yet his sect holds no hope for him. ‘He might be an intelligent child, but his talent is mediocre. Bah... what can he amount to?’ Without resources or help; without kindness nor assistance from others, there is only oneself. Human relationships? Love? Kinship? I only see benefits, as others are unreliable. I can only believe in myself. This is the truth that Isaac realises. This is the truth that his sect – which proclaims itself as a Blood Path Sect – fails to notice. They are naïve. His heart is cold and his gaze is determined, but Isaac’s path forwards will not be an easy one. It will be filled with obstacles, danger and disaster. Will Isaac clamber over the bodies of those who stand in his way? Or will they drag him down with them?

KISS OF THE VAMPIRE: THE GIRL WITH THE SHARP SWORD They said he would be a savior. No one said he’d bury them all first. For centuries, the vampire nobility ruled with crimson claws and ancient blood rites, their power etched into every corner of the world. Humans were livestock. Rebellion? A forgotten dream. Then came Deyviel—the lone survivor of a massacre, wielding a blade sharper than truth itself. He's no chosen one. No prophecy shields him. Just rage, scars, and the will to fight monsters that once ruled him. With each swing of his sword, Deyviel cuts deeper into the world’s dark history—unearthing secrets meant to stay buried, and facing enemies who’ve lived long enough to become legends. But even as he fights to end an empire of blood, the line between hero and executioner starts to blur. And when the girl with the sharp sword reappears—her past tied to his own—Deyviel realizes that the real war isn’t just against vampires… It’s against fate itself.

In the world known as Akhalor, where monsters, humans, and fantastical beasts reside. But not in harmony. So long as no one crosses any boundaries, the fate of the races would be considered peaceful. One such case would be the 6 kingdoms that housed 6 different races. After a major war, the Kings of these kingdoms proposed a treaty. A division of the areas via large castle walls, 5 kingdoms surrounding the largest kingdom of Dragoon, a land filled with Dragonoid beings. This tale starts with a singular being who resides in the Kingdom of Dragoons, otherwise known as Valokia…

Dear Readers... I hope you can help me. Some time ago I made a novel story for the first time, thinking this is one shortcut to add my finances so that I can go to college to get a bachelor's degree completed but I lost with popularity no one bought my novel chapter. Although this novel is not very good but I will come back again.

I wrote this journal for myself in the guise of a life I can dream when the stars sway. It is a gift for tomorrow left from today; it is a story of hope and also decay. It is a diary of a lifetime as it phases to gray. As time races onward and dances away, the memories will fade but these scars will stay. The malice within me will never allay – it is a madness that only these words can portray. But if I can write them and hide from the fray, then I can stay stable if just for a day. I have a mind meant for math but not memory, so I am cursed to conclude that these words will one day rest as a reverie of the life I once lived and then lost to time. It is a faraway outcome I can infinitely extrapolate – an asymptote solved by my subconscious but only at a glance. It is both a restraint and a release that I will one day lose the whispers of her love and the crimes I committed to keep her by my side. She is the one for whom I spent my whole life chasing. She is the one for whom I would burn cities to the ground just to see the light shimmer on her skin. My story was never one of a willful man striving to fix a broken world; stronger men than me have tried. Some might even say that I have written this as a treatise to my own heartbreak or as a manifesto for my malevolence, but this is a charge conscripted by men constrained by their own morals. I am no philosopher. I am no activist. I am rightfully decried as a monster by the souls that served as steppingstones to the future for which I fought and failed. The truth is that I am a villain, driven by love and fueled by avarice to race toward a world where we could live in peace. I stormed headlong toward this ambition and destroyed everything in my path. (Hit the Word limit, please continue in the Prologue) Content Warning: Violence (sometimes graphic), sex (very little, brief, nondescript), villainy, crime, dark subject matter.

Kimia, une jeune Congolaise timide de 17 ans vivant à Kinshasa, voit sa vie basculer lorsqu’elle rencontre Haruto, un étudiant japonais réservé venu s’installer temporairement au Congo avec sa famille. Malgré leurs différences culturelles et l’opposition de leurs proches, une amitié sincère naît entre eux, puis un amour profond. Mais entre jalousie, traditions familiales, secrets douloureux et choix impossibles, Kimia devra décider si elle est prête à tout quitter pour suivre son cœur. De Kinshasa à Tokyo, leur histoire traversera les saisons, entre espoir, sacrifice et promesses sous les fleurs de sakura.

In 20XX, Kyoto's Hanami festival takes a terrifying turn when the "Sacred Sakura" erupts with supernatural light, opening a vortex to a world teeming with yokai. This unstable portal chaotically connects both worlds, forcing Japan to adapt to the existence of yokai and the magic seeping into their reality. When his younger sister is dragged through the vortex, a young man must face his fears and venture into the unknown to save her. I will be posting this story on Royal Road and other platforms... Apoyame en Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/c/estebangarofano/membership

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?"