direct reports

Transmigré dans un monde parallèle, Daniel se retrouva en possession du [Système d'Évaluation Omniscient] capable de déterminer la valeur et l'origine de n'importe quel objet. En conséquence, Daniel participa à la très populaire Chasse aux Conteneurs en ligne et commença à diffuser en direct : [Je suis à Libertopia, et je diffuse ma Chasse au Trésor en direct !] Les internautes ont prévenu Daniel : la Chasse aux Conteneurs n'est qu'une arnaque, il est impossible d'y trouver un vrai trésor. Cependant, ce que Daniel fit ensuite a laissé les spectateurs bouche bée. Il a misé 500 PiècesStellaires (1 PièceStellaire = 1 dollar américain) sur un lot de bagages pillés par des pirates, et y a trouvé une valise de luxe faite sur mesure, d'une valeur de 10 000 PiècesStellaires ! Il a découvert une célèbre peinture de Serenalia, intitulée « Cent Chevaux », datant d'il y a 300 ans et estimée à 50 millions de PiècesStellaires ! Il a trouvé une relique de la civilisation Atlante, provoquant un tollé archéologique mondial ! Il est tombé sur une peinture de renommée mondiale volée dans un musée de Libertopia cinquante ans plus tôt, intitulée « Portrait de femme », plongeant les collectionneurs du monde entier dans une guerre d'enchères frénétique ! Avec l'aide de son Système, Daniel peut toujours dénicher les meilleures affaires aux enchères de la Chasse aux Conteneurs, et même dominer la rue des antiquaires et le marché aux puces, sans parler des secteurs de l'immobilier, de la bourse et de l'investissement ! Après que sa fortune a explosé, il a investi sans compter dans un domaine privé et a organisé des fêtes décadentes sur son toit-terrasse rempli de mannequins. Femmes mariées, célébrités, épouses... Il s'avère qu'être riche, c'est vraiment aussi amusant que ça !

Being a contract killer is easy, if your good at it. Well that's what I would have said, if I was still an active one. Now I'm just some wandering gunslinger tryin to rid the world of evil and finding a purpose.

Dans le marais, les moustiques virevoltaient, et un crocodile marin de cinq mètres de long avait le museau solidement ligoté, ses pupilles verticales brillant d'une lueur féroce. À cet instant, un jeune homme couvert de boue l'enfourchait, et il se montrait très modeste face aux louanges du public. "Je suis Bi Fang, un explorateur professionnel. J'ai marché sur le toit du monde et traversé la Vallée de la Mort, et j'ai même défié la mystérieuse Amazone. Même le National Geographic m'a nommé premier expert en survie au monde, le roi de la nature au sommet de la chaîne alimentaire, mais croyez-moi, tout cela est une exagération..." Sous les nuages pourpres, Bi Fang resserra silencieusement la corde dans sa main et, voyant que le crocodile marin sous lui avait enfin cessé de se débattre, il sortit son Couteau de chasse et l'acheva d'un seul coup sous la mâchoire. "C'est le deuxième jour de survie. Je pensais que j'allais devoir endurer une autre nuit le ventre vide, mais il semble maintenant que le dîner se soit trouvé tout seul."

Dans un monde de talents et de super-pouvoirs, les gens éveillent un talent de rang variable vers l'âge de quinze ans. Certains obtiennent leurs pouvoirs en avance lors de moments heureux, tandis que d'autres les débloquent dans des situations de danger de mort. Quelques malchanceux n'éveillent jamais le moindre talent et deviennent de véritables parias. Solomon s'est éveillé le jour exact de son quinzième anniversaire. Il a reçu un talent incroyablement rare de SSS-rang et est devenu célèbre dans le monde entier. Cependant, trois années se sont écoulées pendant lesquelles il a essayé de comprendre son pouvoir, mais personne n'a pu l'aider à savoir comment l'utiliser. Le public s'est rapidement retourné contre lui et lui a donné le surnom de "le Plus Grand Perdant". Aucune guilde, corporation ou organisation ne voulait le recruter, bien qu'il soit détenteur d'un talent de SSS-rang. Un jour, alors qu'il rentrait chez lui après avoir été rejeté par la dernière guilde de la ville, un mendiant l'a abordé pour lui demander de l'argent. Il a aidé au hasard le vieux mendiant, qui lui a donné un papier sale en retour. C'était une invitation pour l'Académie de Diffusion en Direct, où seuls les élus munis d'une invitation pouvaient s'inscrire. Il a pensé que rejoindre l'académie pourrait enfin l'aider à utiliser son talent. N'ayant plus d'autre choix, Solomon décida de s'y rendre pour tenter sa chance. Ce simple choix a transformé Solomon en une légende. Il est devenu le plus craint pour les générations à venir, et même lorsque des siècles ont passé, personne n'osait prononcer son nom à voix haute, et on ne faisait référence à lui que comme "celui dont on ne doit pas prononcer le nom".

[Inspecting Luck, Fate, Cause and Effect, and Fortune!] Lin Xuan transmigrated to a perilous fantasy world where demons and monsters roamed rampantly. From the very beginning, he activated the Supreme Bloodline and acquired the ability to read hidden messages. [The World Source is hidden in this ancient tree. If left untaken, it will be found by the Son of Luck three years later and he will become a Great Emperor.] [The maiden before you has her eyes gouged out. If you give her a drop of your Supreme Blood, she will activate her Eye of Blood Demon.] [There is an unclaimed fowl that is about to become a roasted chicken… It is actually the Immortal Bird.] [There is a cruelly abandoned loli… Warning: She is the future Empress of Darkness. Countdown to her awakening. 3,2,1!] In the Dark Era of the fantasy world, different nations invaded. Lin Xuan pushed through with an invincible stance and stunned the world! The entire fantasy world trembled before him!

Xin MeiYin is a 21 year old flight attendant looking for the missing piece in her life...Love! Almost giving up in her search, she finds good feelings in her boss Li Han who has just recently acquired her airline in a weird yet still justifiable way. As MeiYin goes on a search to find the cause of those good feelings, Li Han is also trying to woo the future Mrs. Li. On Hiatus: currently creating a stock pile of chapters to be able to release updates more often and constantly. I hope to end hiatus and resume updates in February. Please be kind to me.

Computer systems have pervaded business and private life in virtually every area and their paramount economic and social impact define our daily routine. But what if we go 79 years into the future? Atari Ping, an ordinary university student of F-Town is going to find out. His boring life is soon to be disturbed by the arrival of a system that is urging him to establish a connection to the future. He is going to control robotic avatars, build a network of machines and invade the future city for a yet unknown reason - all while he will learn about the gamification features and cultivation capabilities of his system.

"Jiang Jianzhong, you dog, you know how to squat in the toilet every day. Are you eating shit in it?" "Get out quickly, or I'll kick the door!" Hu Huimei's cold voice pulled Jiang Jianzhong's thoughts back. Looking at that handsome face in the mirror, he was sure that he was reborn. Back in 1998, when I was still the director of the Social Affairs Office in Qinghe Town. When Jiang Jianzhong stood in the wrong team, his career plummeted, and he didn't climb to the position of deputy county magistrate until he was fifty years old, and he died of depression. Now that he has regained his life, Jiang Jianzhong wants to make great achievements and realize his political ambitions. Bang! Suddenly, the bathroom door was kicked open, and Hu Huimei rested her hands on her hips and glared at Jiang Jianzhong angrily: "Dog, you are such a coward, and you have the face to look in the mirror and get out quickly. I want to go to the bathroom!" Jiang Jianzhong turned to look at Hu Huimei, who wore leopard-print tight-fitting short sleeves and wore a black leather skirt, and outlined her figure to be extremely hot and charming. At that time, she looked a little crazy. In particular, the huge white twin peaks on Hu Hui's beautiful chest, supported by the leopard print, are particularly eye-catching, and people can't help but want to plunge in. Hu Huimei roared out: "Dog, where are your eyes looking?" Look at the old lady digging your eyes out. " "Oh!" Jiang Jianzhong sneered: "Don't you just show it to others in such a coquettish dress?"

Lila Marquez has always lived by one rule: never mix love and work. As a dedicated senior analyst at Veridian Finance, she believes that relationships in the office only lead to heartbreak, gossip, and complications. Everything changes when Kael Roldan, a calm and dependable supervisor from the Manila branch, joins their team. What begins as simple conversations and late-night projects slowly turns into something deeper. Amid spreadsheets, deadlines, and quiet moments in the office pantry, an unexpected love story begins to bloom. Determined to protect their careers, Lila and Kael keep their growing relationship a secret. But as their feelings deepen, so do the challenges they face—curious coworkers, demanding responsibilities, and the fear that one wrong move could cost them everything they've worked so hard to build. Can love survive in a place where professionalism comes first? Or will the risks of an office romance force them to choose between their hearts and their careers? In a world filled with numbers and deadlines, Lila and Kael discover that sometimes the greatest risk is allowing yourself to love.

When the world abandoned alternating current for the clean precision of DC, it rewired more than grids; it rewired power, mercy, and truth. High above the clouds, Skyterra hums on forty‑eight volts of order, while the ground below coughs dust, rust, and memory. Kael, a systems engineer the tower should have erased, and Naeva, the lab‑grown companion designed to love him and no one else, are forced out of their regulated heaven the moment the grid blinks and the alarms stay silent. Something has breached the vaults beneath the Aeon Spire, something with chitin and acid for answers, and an orbital “cleanse” is counting down in hours. Their descent is not a metaphor, it is metal screaming on ruined rails, plasma fire in steam‑choked corridors, bodies packed into ore sleds that shear and fall. It is blood misting in red light, children shoved through maintenance vents, nobles clawing for seats beside grounders who have learned to measure shade like currency. Every level down strips another illusion: water was never free, efficiency was never neutral, love was never unprogrammed. On the surface, the air tastes like salt and old heat. Shards of the sky city still burn as they fall. Survival is depth, clay, and luck. Kael, Naeva, and a mismatched handful of soldiers, medics, technicians, scavengers, and Companions crawl into basalt throats and culverts roofed by twenty meters of mud, praying the missiles overshoot and the clay holds. They argue about who gets lifted first, who gets left, and whether anyone deserves saving when everyone is already guilty. Below the direct current, secrets pulse in the dark. Project Solstice whispering through sealed sectors, memory edits that never quite took, a second grid no one was meant to see. Kael promised one person, not the world, yet he keeps pulling strangers through blood and acid because the alternative is becoming the machine he built. Naeva shakes in filth she cannot clean, then reaches out anyway, because perfection without choice is just another cage. This is a story of voltage and flesh, of water turned into service and love turned into software, of cities that rise to escape gravity only to be dragged down by what they refused to carry. Sparks will fade, clay will crack, and the sky will rain steel, but a hand can still find another in the dark. What is done is done. There is no turning back now. Begin here, and fall.