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A door unfolded before him. Evil thrived, and whispers spilled from within. The resentful compound eyes flickered and vanished, the presence longing to burst out was blocked inside, and the alluring murmurs echoed in the ear. The sticky, pink brain mumbled something. A figure cloaked in a yellow robe watched from a distance. A dark green presence, smelling of blood, roared. A string of wondrous soap bubbles released friendliness—and many, many guests. They sincerely invited Lu Li to join this mad party. Lu Li stepped in, his stride resolute and unwavering. He had no reason to refuse.

The Devilish Genius of Time and Effort. That Cheating Bastard. Idiot Savant. A man known by countless names in the Three Realms, one who collected every treasure, every ancient art, whose Dao of 'Accumulation' made him the richest and most hated person even amongst the Eternal Emperors. The strongest Transcendent, the one envied by all beneath the heavens. After breaking past the bounds of existence, he- "I'm heading home." "W-Wait! Master!" -Promptly packed his bags and returned to Earth. A story about a laidback overpowered guy who underestimated how hard it is to be abnormal in a normal world and gets swept up into the flow too quickly... And also ended up opening an idol agency. Thus begins the tale of John Smith and his daily adventures back on Earth.

In a world where superhumans and villains clash with epic regularity, a secret organization exists, hidden in the shadows, known only as the Villain Support Agency (VSA). Enter the Villain Support Agency, a clandestine organization that offers guidance, training, and resources to aspiring supervillains. Led by the enigmatic council, the agency is a melting pot of diverse and unconventional individuals with extraordinary abilities, all united by their shared desire to challenge the status quo. Frustrated with the seemingly untouchable heroes and their self-righteousness, the protagonist of the story, Carl, joined the agency as a handler, a person that helps the villains out and does his best to do what is best for them. As Carl becomes acquainted with this new underworld, he encounters many characters, each with their own motivations and ambitions. From the mischievous trickster to the mastermind strategist, Carl learns that villains are not just one-dimensional evildoers but complex individuals driven by their own desires and dreams. One faithful day, Carl gains an opportunity to not only become better at his job and rise through the ranks of the organization quickly, but to become much more than a simple 'handler'.

“What does it take to rise to the top?” Most people might list a few things that contribute to success. Determination, talent. An unwavering will. All of these things made sense, but there was also a different route. When asked that same question, Elric would answer with a single word. Ruthlessness. Who cares if the opponent is better in every way if they never have a chance to compete? You’re going to easily crush my crew’s runner in a sprint? Cool, let’s see you do it with a broken leg. Following in his father’s footsteps, Elric decides to start his own talent agency. Quickly finding himself butting heads with more… legitimate and powerful agencies, he falls back on his secret weapon. –Group Chat: The Boys. Members Currently Online: ???,??? –General Chat– (Open to see more). –Profiles– (Open to see more). –Lamb Sauce– (Open to see more [18+]). –Jobs– (Currently Viewing). … … Job Poster: Elric Melov (SecretlyKind). Request: Go to the singer “Alha Nulstaya’s” concert, boo and throw trash at her. Rewards: A free Taco Gong burrito for the first 20 members to sign up, an introduction to a cute girl for the most verbose booer. Current applicants: 516/20.

"Alright, listen up, you ungrateful peasant readers. Yeah, you, sitting there, thinking you know better than me about my story. Just because I threw in a little—just a little—plot armor, everyone loses their minds. Like, come on, you dumbshit! It's my novel. If I want my characters to survive an apocalypse by tripping over a conveniently placed banana peel, then so be it. Go ahead, call it lazy writing. Call it bullshit. But I know you love it. You can’t get enough of my endless, godlike creativity. And don’t you dare pretend otherwise." That was what I just typed in a fit of rage before pressing enter and sending it out as an announcement. They will rage, I knew. They will be infuriated, obviously. But I was living for that. However, then… this one weird comment pops up, it says, “Wanna change the storyline of billions of novels with your plot armor?” "Great, another joker." But whatever. I’m intrigued. So I click. And, holy hell, my computer screen goes haywire, flashing like a rave in a mental asylum. A shadowy figure appears, all mysterious and ominous, like it's ripped straight out of one of my more “experimental” chapters. And before I can blink, it says, “Welcome to the Plot Armor Agency. Your services are required. Your task: Rewrite reality.” Plot Armor Agency Server : https://discord.gg/bZJ5v6jA8B Also on RoyalRoad.

WARNING: Contains Mature Content, Including **explicit Sexual Scenes, Extreme Taboo Elements, Manipulation, And Strong Suggestive Themes. Reader Discretion Is Advised. Justin Black inherits his parents' high-end escort and marriage contract agency, The Black Veil, at just 17, after they are mysteriously murdered. Thrust into a world of power, wealth, and desire, Justin awakens a hidden, supernatural system that amplifies his control over his path and the dynamics of over those around him—making lust, seduction, and manipulation his weapons of choice. As he seeks to build his inherited empire and uncover the truth behind his parents' death, Justin must navigate dangerous power plays, betrayals, and the intoxicating allure of his own abilities, riches, the high society, greed, power, women and everything mundane in-between. His rise to the top seems unstoppable, but in a world built on secrets, will his newfound status and what he holds make him a king—or destroy him? ****** Disclaimer: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. NAMES, CHARACTERS, ORGANIZATIONS, PLACES, EVENTS, AND INCIDENTS ARE EITHER PRODUCTS OF THE AUTHOR'S IMAGINATION OR USED FICTITIOUSLY. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ACTUAL PERSONS, LIVING OR DEAD, REAL EVENTS, OR REAL ORGANIZATIONS IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL. This novel contains mature themes, strong language, and content that may be disturbing to some readers. Reader discretion is advised. The actions, beliefs, and behaviors of the characters do not reflect the views, values, or endorsements of the author. This story is intended for entertainment purposes only. Finesse is an art—subtle, precise, and often misunderstood. Those who lack the vision to see it will dismiss it, not out of ignorance, but because true mastery is invisible to the untrained eye. This novel isn’t for everyone—it’s for those who understand power in its most refined form. This novel is not for everyone, nor should it be. It is for those who understand that the greatest strength lies not in what is shown, but in what is implied.

What if the wonderful dream you had last night was not a dream made in your head like it seems to be but the sweet dreams department made it; and the terrible nightmares you had that gives you sleepless nights and eye bags were the work of the nightmares department? ______ When Karen click accept and won the contest to get a better dream for the night, she never expected to be stuck in her dream nor almost dying or become a criminal or become Cinderella or find her dream boyfriend. Having those things in her dream was a dream come true.

We are aiming to be the number one agency in the world! Reaching high above in order to be immortalized! That is what we tell people. But… Right now in my bed. My agency’s talent is sleeping on my right… Her manager, too, is sleeping on my left. What a wild night it was. Wait! What about the shoot? What kind of agency is this? It’s a mess! No NTR! *Read in this site for pictures: https://www.scribblehub.com/series/572892/immoral-agency-illustrated-fiction/

Elora is the administrator of the Bureau of Time and Space. Her mission is to traverse one world after another, fulfilling the wishes of her clients… After journeying through countless realms, Elora uncovers the truth of her own origins, and the Bureau of Time and Space is far more complex than she ever imagined… This is a fast-paced, charming tale of romantic entanglements across multiple worlds! Mr. Zombie! The childhood sweetheart CEO! The imperial elder brother! The charismatic financier! The gentle movie star! The refined swordsman! The ascetic monk! The iron-willed young marshal!…

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?"