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Zion Freese died while sitting in a wooden chair in the bus stop station after accidentally getting hit by a truck.  He thought it was the end, but unknowingly he transmigrated and became Zion Altaria, the illegitimate son of King Lionel Altaria, the ruler of the Terun empire, the strongest empire on the continent of Garenia…  Because his mother was branded a slave, he was known to defame and dilute the bloodline of the royal family. He was the king’s greatest disgrace because of his very existence. The king had sinned against his ancestor.  When he turned 15, his brothers and sister set him up, which led the King/father to seethe in anger, ordering the guard to throw him in a ship and banishing him to never return to the kingdom. If he ever does so, he will be killed immediately. Darn that I just transmigrated and this is the first thing I experience no shit Sherlock... screw your empire... Ding... congratulations to the host on obtaining the wooden throne system.  "So, what if I’m banished to never return? I intend to use my system to create my own territory that those royals will envy. Let me sit on my wooden throne and savor this moment Hahaha "  "The journey of conquering starts with me. Hail me, the king. Cool Hahaha" [Tsk… Good for you, host] "...." Zion "...." system ......... ........ Note: English is not my first language, so please bear with me. Thank you for reading my webnovel. I hope you enjoyed it ........ Note from the author: Could you leave a review, and comment on the book?

My Reincarnation Skills Are “Playing With Dolls” and “Playing With Clay”, but What Am I Supposed to Do With These? *** On the morning of my second university entrance exam as a ronin, I was hit by a train and ended up reincarnating in a fantasy world of swords and magic, where I met a suspicious goddess. However, instead of receiving cheat abilities as I had expected, I was given the useless skills of “playing with dolls” and “playing with clay.” To make matters worse, I was deceived by a woman and ended up being ens*aved to fight in a labyrinth in this new world. Nevertheless, I won’t give up! I’ll keep going until I achieve my dream of a carefree journey through a different world and a relaxed, erotic, and sweet harem life!

In the crumbling halls of Saint Lysandra’s Orphanage, Mikael discovers a door that wasn’t there yesterday, a narrow red door with no handle, only a keyhole shaped like a doll’s eye. No one else seems to notice it. No one except Elise, the quiet girl who never speaks unless it's to deliver warnings no one believes. When strange dreams begin to blur with reality and porcelain dolls whisper secrets in the dark, Mikael realizes the door isn’t just a door, it’s a passage to something much older, something that remembers him. Behind that door lies the Dollhouse: a twisted, ever-shifting world of forgotten memories, cursed children, and crimson dreams that feed on fear. If Mikael wants to survive, and uncover the truth about who he really is, he’ll need to open the door. But some doors were never meant to be opened.

Standing in the embrace of trees, forgotten by time, is the house, shrouded in mystery and haunted by the ghosts of the past, including the gentle, soft spoken ghost of Charlotte Long, a nurse from the civil war, gently drifting in it's halls. Soon a new family inherits the house, including Gennae, a wheel chair bound teen age girl, who forms a friendship with the ghost. But along with the new inhabitants, secrets from the past return, from the graves of train robbers and Caleb Isogul, a man searching for lost treasure who will stop at nothing to find it.

"perfection be destroyed, if a majorette falls hard and nobody's there to catch her... does she still make a sound or she does continue dance like no one is watching?"

​In the basement of a house that smells of vanilla and drying oil paint, Hana lives among the pure. To her, the living are nothing more than blurred silhouettes, but her dolls, her beautiful, stationary dolls are the only things with souls. With terminal cancer ticking down a two-week deadline, Hana has reached a quiet, chilling acceptance. Her death isn't a tragedy; it is her final exhibition. "They say the world is a masterpiece, but to me, it has always been a child’s messy scribble, chaotic, faceless, and unfinished. Only in the cold, porcelain silence of my dolls did I find perfection. Now, I have seven days to paint my exit. I thought I was ready to be the girl who finished her own canvas, until a shadow walked in with a face I could actually see." ​Then comes Night. ​An enigmatic shadow with eyes like a storm present at night, Night is an Angel of Death serving a three-year penance for a sin she cannot name. Her mission is a divine paradox: she must protect a life that is destined to shatter in seven days. ​Bound by a contract that defies the "life-clock," the reaper and the artist are forced into a singular space. One is running out of time; the other is trapped by it. In a world of fading light, they will discover that the most vivid colors are often found in the darkness of the end. ​Seven days to breathe. Three years to atone. The art of death is finally beginning.

Hyodo Ikki has spent his life convinced he is an ordinary high school student, willfully ignoring every unnatural aspect of himself. He dismisses the strange occurrences around him, rationalizes his inexplicable talents, and avoids any hint of the supernatural—until the truth forces itself upon him. Ikki is a [WITCH], a rare existence coveted by the enigmatic [HULDUFÓLK]. Gifted with the ability to create living [DOLLS], Ikki finds himself hunted by supernatural creatures who see him as nothing more than a tool to be controlled. Scorned, pursued, and stripped of his illusions, he comes to see their world as one of oppression—one that he refuses to submit to. As he perfects his [WITCHCRAFT], his growing obsession twists into something darker. No longer content with mere survival, Iki develops a deep-seated prejudice against the supernatural, viewing them all as obstacles in his path. If they will not let him be free, then he will carve out a road for himself, no matter the cost. What To Expect: -  A Delusional yet Competent Protagonist. - An Eccentric yet Entertaining Main and Supporting Cast. - A Myriad variety of Monstrous yet Wonderful [DOLLS] with unconventional abilities. - An In-Depth Dive in the numerous Power Systems of the world. - Dirty, Raw Fights with over the top Violence. - Updates Every Wednesday and Sunday.

In the town of Wooden Ville, or more precisely, a remote town where many mysterious events and words are uttered, there have been quite a few victims. Thomas came to the town to find answers about his uncle's death and to find his killer. However, many mysterious events occurred, starting with him being able to see people's deaths in the town and the 'strange' woman he met at his new school.

A dark Gothic tale of secrets and ghosts. A young woman who would have her stepfamily gone must marry a rake, while two sisters discover a dark secret about an old family legend.

When she opened her eyes, she had inexplicably returned to twenty years ago, the first day of the apocalypse escape. "Classmate, you're a Superpower User, right? How about considering joining our special operations squad?" Looking at the man opposite her with sparkling, charming eyes, Xie Ning heartlessly refused: "Thanks, I have a team." "Ah, what team do you have?" "No team." "Right, you're beautiful, so whatever you say is right. How about this, you join our squad, and I will accompany you through wind and rain, and go through fire and water with you to clear dungeons and kill monsters." "Every single day, year after year?" "Mhm! I will work hard to make money, and only for you. How does that sound?" Xie Ning: ... After being reborn, her small Space has turned into a large, mobile villa, and she originally just wanted to live her own quiet little life in peace. Never did she expect to attract such a clingy, devilishly charming man. Question: How does one heartlessly and coldly reject a charmer? Waiting online for an answer, it's quite urgent...