crock and screw

The world was destroyed, the apocalypse descended, a new era began, and the right to survive as a Lord was granted to every person. Domains, Heroes, Troops, Treasures, Resources—all of the countless servers constructed by the myriad continents were opened up. Qin Muye looked at his panel, which was akin to cannon fodder, and his domain with its damaged suffix, and felt a strong urge to cry but no tears would come. No divine talent, no hidden hints, no overpowered Profession. "If that's the case, then I'll just have to adapt and live in a different way."

Elara Voss—Ellie—has never felt a single emotion in her life. No fear, no joy, no heartbreak. Just data points, observations, and a quiet, clinical curiosity about why everyone else seems so... noisy. At nineteen, she's a barista who counts pours like heartbeats she doesn't have, until one ordinary shift when blue floating text invades her vision: a System. It promises strength, levels, and quests. It demands she survive. Then it yanks her through reality into Ordelia—a medieval fantasy world of ancient forests, warring kingdoms, and magic that actually works. She lands barefoot in the forbidden Whispering Woods, milk pitcher still in hand, facing wolves and worse. The System's objective is brutally simple: Become strong enough. Or die trying.

Look, I didn’t ask to be reincarnated. And I definitely didn’t ask to be the early-game villain in some dumb otome game. But here I am—Leon Aster, the guy who’s supposed to get his a** kicked by the heroine before the story even really starts. Yeah, no. F*ck that. I bailed before the plot could kill me, planning to live a quiet, stress-free life. But now? ✔ A god is watching me for entertainment. ✔ A talking sword won’t shut up. ✔ The strongest villainess in the game is on a one-way trip to going insane. ✔ And my system keeps throwing me into life-or-death quests I never signed up for. I just wanted to relax. Instead, I’m over here saving the world, one bad decision at a time. Because if I have to suffer through this stupid otome game— I might as well make it fun. --- This novel is full of profanity so if you don't like cursing then ignore this one.

After pulling an all-nighter reading a 1-star novel online whose MC had the same name as him, Jamie finds himself being pushed into traffic and dying at the hands of Truck-kun. Who knew God would give him a second chance? It's too bad the new life he would be given was the same as the plot that he read from the night before? ~~~ Jamie: F**k, is it too late to die again and ask for a third chance? God: Yes. Jamie: Goddamit.. God: Okay. Time for you to screw the villain and save the plot. Jamie: Wait, what? God: I said, 'Screw the plot and save the villain.' Jamie: ... Oh, thank God God: You're welcome. Thank you for your support! I'll be updating frequently

My life was mediocre, but that's okay. I got run over and died, but that's okay. I revived, but... wait... that's not okay! This miserable world, full of magical creatures, dangerous people and daily threats of planetary destruction. I know it --- this is the planet of that damn game! A doomed paltry world, whose salvation lay at the hands of despicable brainless characters! And, as if that weren't enough, I'm reincarnated as one of the protagonist's many romantic partners?! ''Long live the great hero!'' ''Stop calling me a hero!'' Why is everything falling apart? Sh*t! This is not good at all! [Volume 1 - ''Way Up to be Stronger!'' (On Going)] [The cover's photo is not mine. If you're the author and wants me to take it down, just contact me~] = Collections Goal: 95/100 (Bonus Chapter as soon as we hit it) = PS Goal: 17/100 (Bonus chapter for each 50 PS)

On our tenth wedding anniversary, my husband, Wright Charlotte, was not with me. His private jet had taken him and his assistant to a Michelin-starred restaurant instead. When he returned, he presented me with an exquisite blue diamond ring to make amends. "Rannie, darling. I'm just so buried in work." The next day, I saw a limited-edition vintage sports car, far more valuable, parked in his assistant's designated spot. Then, they made love in my house while I was sleeping. To keep me pacified, Wright drowned me in luxury. The haute couture gowns and exclusive handbags felt like a mockery. I glanced at the calendar. The countdown began: fourteen days. Before I left, I prepared a gift for my husband and give him a ... surprise.

"... This Eminent One already reached the status of Bathala... But... This position took this One's five lifetimes to be achieved... And now... This One is bored... ... ... Shall this One start living like a hermit then? Out of responsibilities and... For me to live my life, leisurely?..." ____________________________________________ All characters, plots here are fictions, for those people that have the same name... This is not you and mere coincidences. Will only release a chapter depends on real-life situation. Maybe, 2-6 per week? Dunno.

So.... i wanted to drink my coffy but i got murdered by the mugger, then i wake up and woke up as one of the worst side characters ever that only exists to be the main character punching bag. .... Well screw that all. I ain't letting anybody write my own story nor I will become character in somebody else story.

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?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"