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In the autumn of the 28th year of the apocalypse, Gu Xi and her companions finally eliminated the last Zombie Emperor in the world. That night, at the celebration banquet held at the base, Gu Xi took the fine wine handed to her by a companion, and then... she collapsed headfirst. When she woke up again, it was already the 58th year of the apocalypse. 30 years had passed, and the beautiful world that Gu Xi had once yearned for and for which she had fought tooth and nail did not appear. Although human society had restored order, a new food crisis arose—after plants and animals underwent a second mutation, a bizarre energy that the human body could not digest, absorb, or excrete through metabolism suddenly appeared within them. And she, Gu Xiaoxi, also had a brand-new identity—a refugee girl picked up from the ruins by a group of pioneers. The newly-minted undocumented girl, Gu Xiaoxi: No more fighting and killing, no more shouldering the future of all humanity; just needing to cultivate one hundred acres of wasteland to achieve the simple dream of eating well, drinking well, and getting a peaceful night's sleep is pretty good. Later, she discovered that her former companions had all become powerful figures, while she, the former apocalyptic hero, had become a person who was never recorded in history. Gu Xiaoxi: ?

After practicing immortality for thousands of years and achieving the status of Immortal Emperor, Ling Yi chose to go against the grain and return. In this life, the King of Hell wants my daughter to die at midnight, but I want to keep her until she lives forever! In this life, apart from me, there is no other wealthy family in the world! In this life, I want this day to tremble for me!

"SPATR" unfolds against a mystical backdrop, blending elements from heaven, earth, and the human realm. An intricate red envelope takes center stage, symbolizing the heart of the story. Vibrant colors and celestial symbols convey the diversity of the Three Realms, while subtle images of gods, historical figures, and mythical creatures add depth to this captivating tale.

There was a spark of writing creativity, a spark only. Then another. And another. Nudges to think about something unexpected. This is a collection of my mini stories, some of them even shorter than that, inspired by writing prompts found in various places. Some might be inspired by some scenes in books written by amazingly talented authors. They were created in an environment free from pressure and deadlines, allowing me to capture the thoughts that flowed into my mind after reading the scene or the prompt. Regular updates are not guaranteed. Cover image is from pinterest.

Follow a group of friends as they explore the world and take on the hardest school, LIFE!

HUJAN tak berhenti. Dia terdiam. Akupun terdiam. Hujan turun begitu deras, cukup untuk membasahi aku dan dia sampai ke tulang. Kami berdiri di sana, di tengah jalan itu. Kami saling berpelukan erat, berusaha mencari sebuah kenyamanan di tengah badai. Tapi rasanya tidak ada yang cukup untuk meringankan rasa sakit yang aku rasakan. Aku menangis untuk semua hal yang berubah buruk, untuk semua kesalahan yang membawa kita ke titik ini. Mau tak mau aku memikirkan kembali hari-hari ketika semuanya sempurna di antara kami ketika matahari bersinar dan dunia terasa penuh dengan kemungkinan. Tapi sekarang, rasanya semua itu tersapu oleh hujan yang tiada henti. Saat air mata terus jatuh, aku bertanya-tanya apakah kami akan menemukan jalan kembali ke cahaya. Tetapi pada saat itu, yang aku tahu hanyalah bahwa aku bersama dia yang aku cintai lebih dari hujan. Dan pada saat itu, aku tahu bahwa apa pun yang terjadi di masa depan, aku akan selalu memilikinya di sisi ku untuk menghadapi ini bersama...

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

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.

Olivia transmigrated from the apocalypse to the modern era. Not only that, her dimension and superpower came along with her. She felt that the good days were about to begin. But before she could be happy for even three days, the internet was flooded with posts slandering her. Advertisers and directors want to terminate her contracts, and her company wants to blacklist her? How could this be? She wanted to use the money to enjoy modern life to the fullest. Without money, how could she enjoy anything? So, who's slandering her online? I'll find you and dig up all your dirty secrets. Who wants to terminate her contract? Terminate it immediately. After termination, she'll go on to endorse international luxury brands instead. Terminating the script contract? Good, that's great! If the contract isn't terminated, how can she film the blockbuster drama of the year and win awards with it? Modern life is so wonderful, eating and drinking every day. There's just one tiny problem. Why are there suddenly two babies growing in her belly? And who is this ridiculously handsome man who appeared out of nowhere, claiming to be their father?

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."