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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. ---------------- What to Expect - Non-Human Main Character - Kingdom Building - Technological Uplift - Crafting and Industry Development - Unique Power System - Exploration and Discovery - Long-Term Character Growth - Intelligent Worldbuilding - 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!"

Since young Meng Cheng was abandoned by her father, raised by her mother. But during a accident her father killed her mother without mercy "Stay strong and live ". Her mother last words gave her the reason to live in her harsh environment in search for revenge. She who always being shunned by her sisters , father and mocked by others had to find a way to gain a foothold to getting revenge. updated 2 to 4 times per week

[Ding! The 'Randomly Spend' Tycoon System is at your service.] On her way to work, Yun Zijin was bound by a system named 'Randomly Spend'. [Spending Task Completed. A 2x rebate has been triggered. Ownership of Villa No. 1 at Xingyu Mansion. The related documents have been placed in the system backpack.] [Spending Task Completed. A 3x rebate has been triggered. Ownership of Dingsi Building. The related documents have been placed in the system backpack.] ... Yun Zijin was dazzled by the system's rewards, only to be told that her wealthy parents had found her? That she's the true daughter of the Xia Family of Dijing? Being bound to the Tycoon System was exciting for Yun Zijin, but she refused to be part of any cliché wealthy family drama. The Xia Family of Dijing? Yun Zijin: Get lost! Don't even think about associating with me!

Bai Su, who transmigrated into a book set in the interstellar Beast World, has only one interest: making delicious food at the orphanage, raising children, and enjoying her hard-won new life. Future's great villains? The cubs are all super well-behaved in front of her! The Federation Leader comes to freeload a meal, and his disability is cured! The business emperor comes to freeload a meal, and his infertility is solved! The obese little female gets thinner the more she eats, gradually growing into the number one beauty of the Beast World. She also attracts the number one genius doctor of the interstellar era and the interstellar great captain. The villainous cubs, driving warships and controlling ten thousand beasts: "If you want to get close to our Mom, you'll have to withstand our cannon fire first!" The Federation Leader laughs in anger: "You dare to bomb my armory? Courting death!" The gloomy and bloodthirsty emperor: "A bunch of little trash! You think I'm afraid of you?" The doctor's face turns ashen: "Either give back my research results, or die!" The interstellar great captain dangerously shoulders a Barrett: "I see you're all dying to get locked up." Bai Su smiles and peeks her head out, holding a gleaming kitchen knife: "Time to eat! What are you all doing?" The big shots and the little villains, harmoniously putting their arms around each other's shoulders in a picture of fatherly love and filial piety: "Coming~~"