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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. ---------------- This is a slow-burn kingdom-building novel. While there are moments of conflict and high stakes, much of the story focuses on development, advancing technology, crafting, exploration, and watching a civilization grow step by step. Some arcs intentionally slow down to explore the daily lives of the goblins and the consequences of their progress. If you enjoy seeing a world and its people evolve over time, you'll likely enjoy the journey. What to Expect - Non-Human Main Character - Kingdom Building - Technological Uplift - Crafting and Industry Development - Unique Power System - Exploration and Discovery - 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!"

Reborn alongside her son, Chen Xiaobao, Chen Momo learns from the mistakes of her past life and starts a frantic hoarding spree. To survive, the mother-and-son duo each put their skills to use in the apocalypse. The lively little Chen Xiaobao quickly wins everyone's heart, and Chen Momo finds love of her own in the apocalypse too...

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.

Feng Qing, a top surgeon from the 21st century, wakes up in a body no one wants — married off to Rong Ling, the most powerful Regent in Dayan, a man who makes it abundantly clear: "Do you think you're worthy of marrying this king? Foolish." While he keeps his distance, she keeps herself busy, saving lives with medical knowledge centuries ahead of its time, collecting debts from those who wronged the original body's owner, and planning her exit strategy. Later, he became the New Emperor— "Qing Qing, from now on, you are my Empress." "Not interested."