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In a world filled with monsters, Qi, and myriad factions, a rhyme resounds across the land and the sea as Jack is roaming around, searching for a clue of an oil reserve. “I’m looking for some oil.” “I’m looking for some oil.” Jack has been transmigrated to this world with a strange robot. Their mission is to find ten billion barrels of oil. “Hmm? There is a bandit stronghold living above my oil reserve? I shall help the world while achieving my goal, two birds with one stone.” -------- Other Works: 1. I Can Read People's Comments 2. God of Tricksters (Completed) 3. Gacha Sovereign (Completed) 4. The Magician of Sound (Completed) 5. Reincarnated to Bonk in Another World (Completed)

There will be a point in one's life when an individual reaches rock bottom; where every path leads to nowhere, every dim light fades into nothingness; an overwhelming loneliness. It may arrive early; it may come late. The line of fate reaches all physical and non-physical beings. Everything is affected. There will come a time when one's too far deep into the mantle. The pressure crushing; shattering. Hot; the magma burning, seething. Then there's the core. The singular point of utter failure. A white magma of negativity; degradation; mental strain. A swirling heat of pain, loss. Self-destruction, end. It's pointless. Lost. At that point, that individual has nothing to lose. It will now solely depend on the individual and how they will respond to the situation they reside in. Will they attain glory from the fall, or die from the fall? It's an imminent doom every being created must face. An inevitable event that must take place.

When beings older than Humanity begin to rise to the surface, Sister June Weymouth finds herself in the middle. With the help of a stranger and her own struggling faith will she be able to face the Devil in the Oil Field?

"Ketika hati tiba-tiba menginginkannya, apakah itu salah? Saat hati tak ada yang tahu bahkan orangnya sekalipun! Maaf jika menyukaimu membuat dirimu tak nyaman dan memilih untuk menjauh. Tapi aku tak bisa menahannya lagi" "Aku yang tak berani untuk mengambil keputusan. Aku begitu takut dengan pengakuanku yang akan membuat tembok penghalang antara kita" "Kamu akan bahagia bersama orang yang mencintaimu dengan sepenuh hati. Maaf, tapi bukan aku leya"

There are souls who mortally hate their existence. There are souls whose short life seems unbearable and meaningless. One is their choice: to erase once and for all every trace of their existence. Woe to those who seek them. This is the tale of twelve-year-old Castor. A boy who never existed ....

Dear Max, if you are reading this then I am probably dead, but I will try to explain what you see before you. As you know we moved to Norway because my job required us to be here and it is because of my job that I must leave you. This world is dangerous, but my past is more dangerous. But I can't just leave you to die alone so I spent some time trying to find a safe haven for both of us. It was during this search that I discovered that the American Government has set up a base on top of an old oil rig. I plan to go here and once I confirm it is safe return to pick you back up. But if you are reading this then my plan most likely failed and for that I am sorry. Remember that I will always love you, please survive. -Love Your Father It was this simple letter, that started Max’s journey as they braved the post nuclear wastes, determined to not only survive but recover their past.

My fated mate, Rhys Sterling, invited me to his pack’s full moon bonfire when I was seven months pregnant with our pup. The moon was high and bright, but a wave of pregnancy-induced nausea had sent me slipping away to the lounge, where I was quietly scrolling through my phone. Suddenly, a Beta wolf from his pack, Blair Lowell, sauntered over and straddled Rhys's lap. "Hurry up with that moonlight oil! And don't just do my collarbones. I don't want splotchy marks from the ritual." Did I hear that right? My fated mate, Rhys Sterling, casually picked up the oil bottle and, without a flicker of hesitation, began applying it to her neck. "Your scent mark is already fading. I'll help you deepen it, make your wolf's presence stronger." Blair swatted his shoulder playfully. "And what's that to you? You're the one who said my wolf's scent wasn't strong enough last time." The other pack members started whistling and catcalling. As Rhys spread the oil near her heart, his gaze flickered to me for a fraction of a second. But Blair grabbed his hand, pushing it closer to her chest. "Don't worry, Avalon. He's touched me here so many times, he's practically immune. It's just moonlight oil. No need to get jealous, right?" I scoffed. The betrayal was so blatant, so utterly shameless. I turned away, mind-linking my clan's elder and requesting the ceremony to sever our mate bond. I wasn't jealous. I was furious. And they would both face the wrath of the Vance clan.

join Alex on his journey as he navigates through a life he is forced to live

Gentillesse he had always hated his last name even before he had turned 18 after his parents and friend were killed. He hated it more and more

Before Feng Yi ascended the throne, no one wanted to marry this prince who lacked presence and was out of favor. After his ascension, the harem was filled with the daughters of high-ranking court officials. They were an eyesore to look at and vexing to deal with. He felt that even favoring them would defile his own dragon body. He decided to choose a woman with a fiery, arrogant, domineering, and jealous nature to enter the palace, to cast all this "trash" into the Cold Palace on his behalf. Song Yunzhao had transmigrated to ancient times for fourteen years, all the while laying low and just trying to get by. She was just waiting for the plot to begin, then she would transform into a villainess—arrogant, domineering, fiery, and jealous—so that she would be rejected from the selection and could then choose a husband to live a carefree and happy life with. Later, Song Yunzhao watched as His Majesty smiled at her with immense indulgence and said, "Zhaozhao, come here." Song Yunzhao immediately felt that something was terribly wrong, a chill running up from the soles of her feet. The damned Emperor wore a gentle expression, but his eyes were as cold as ice; he clearly wanted to use her as his blade!