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It started out as any other day for Jace Thorn. A routine repair turned into a hair away from death, saved by a sarcastic system to repair everything. Not everything is repaired how it's expected though. A broken microwave turned into an EMP. Not to mention what happens to the streetlights. Can Jace come to terms with his new best friend? Or will the sarcasm get the last laugh and drive him to give up his golden finger?

Seth Robinson manages a local kitchen boutique and has had a crush on a customer who frequents the shop. Though too shy to start up a conversation about anything other than kitchen appliances or the newest cooking gadget, Seth still hopes to catch the other’s eye. Seth has a tendency to change his hair color a lot, and when he gets purple highlights, it finally sparks a conversation between the two men.<br><br>Chris Berger runs a catering business in Bellflower and loves visiting Karlee’s Kitchen Essentials, where he can chat with the cute manager. He has a unique way of looking at the world and colors and is intrigued by Seth’s highlights.<br><br>Unfortunately, when they manage to get together, they’re both dealing with major upheavals in their lives. Will they be strong enough to work together to find their happily ever after?

Two different souls, from two different worlds...yet, so similar like the same poles of a magnet... He lived the life of carnage - filled with danger and blood. She lived the life of a bird in a cage - safe and sheltered. His life was fucked up. He was a mess made of shackles of betrayal and pain, on his way to become next ruler of the Knight Crime Empire, one of the most dangerous Mafia empires in the world. She had a secret she couldn't bring herself to spill, being silenced by the man she had once trusted, that ultimately made her chose solitude and loneliness to feel safer. Other than this, her life was as simple as it could get, with her in her last year of highschool, on her way to become a valedictorian. Their worlds were like light and dark, like the two sides of a coin. And yet, they weren't so different at all. It was as if the two sides of the coin had been engraved with the same number and symbol., only being separated by the thin wall of metal in between. People were afraid to even look him in the eye and she scared half the school population with her chilling glare and unapproachable look. She knew pain, how it felt to be completely helpless and alone, barely keeping herself from drowning in the shallows of broken promises and truths. He was drowning too, the weight of his past pulling him down. Their actions were carefully calculated yet impulsive, with their anger an armour on their hearts. A reflection. That's what they were. Of each other. See, it's like this - If she is a star, her light brilliant and dazzling, hot anger bubbling on the surface, then he's an exact replica of her with the exact same bright and dazzling light, his anger at the world like the scorching fire and heat. What happens when these two clash? Their equally cold and distant gazes meet? Let me tell you - Fire burns. Gravity draws them close and for once, they can't bear to resist it until their worlds collide, secrets are unleashed and they're forced to chose what they don't want to. Because what good comes out when stars collide?

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"That time I got reincarnated as xxx", "Kicked out of the party for being xxx, but I'm actually xxx", "Slow life xxx", it's always that one character and their comrades that get the spotlight. Always victorious, always building a harem, always becoming a human-turned-god. It's getting stale. Why do they get the privilege to be the absolute strongest? Why do things always work out so perfectly for them because they got hit by a truck? Why does the Demon Lord want to destroy the world? How do a bunch of high schoolers suddenly stomach the act of killing? It's all the same old story, with marginally different endings. So what if we changed something? Welcome to Patchwork.

Haruto’s first life ended in failure. His second one begins in a workplace that treats burnout as a dress code ... so he fits in perfectly. Haruto Kurosawa is reborn as the vanished tech operator; he inherits a job running “AI helper avatars” for a VR MMO of Japan’s top VR gaming company because of their top secret game changing, “technically advanced” methods — fraud. Haruto struggles with his new life. Bored, exhausted and confused, until something odd happens: he starts noticing anomalies. Patterns and instincts that aren’t just from old Haruto… he thinks. His coworkers think he’s a prodigy. His boss thinks he’s suspicious but happy with the boosted engagement rate. And Haruto?? He thinks old Haruto left him a ticking time bomb. And isn’t wrong! The old Haruto died chasing the truth. Now this Haruto must decide whether to continue living as a replaceable worker, or confront the secret that cost the last him everything.

Long after the Earth that we know has crumbled to it's knees, in this post apocalyptic Earth, beasts and other races have long since dominated humans. These invaders from other planets and mutated beasts, and spirits all seek one thing. The key to ascension. At an orphanage in the Simpson Barony in the United Kingdoms of Elaria, lays a baby boy. Jeans Moreki. In a rundown fortress, in the capital city of the Barony lies a 1 year old boy. Calum Simpson. Two young men blessed or cursed to be a cut above the rest, from different walks of life come together to do the unthinkable. Break open the gates to heaven.

Imagine, for a moment, you die. This is an unfortunate thing, but you managed to get lucky and draw the lottery ticket of Reincarnation! Woo! Isekai Dreams, right? But, get this, you aren't some Legendary Hero or Cheat-Swordsman, you don't even get a unique skill- You just get some scuffed serf class like "Farmer" or "Writer"... Well doesn't that suck! Well, it'll be fine. Even if people can already do those things, you can just do it better, so you can make one hell of a killing! Yeah, this'll be a relatively easy life- *thunk* *thud* A journey to live in a world where you're already dead.

Sophia Raliche was just trying to coast. An UnHoused, unaffiliated, and happily insignificant quarter-vampire, she patched her blood cravings with her late parents’ experimental tech and kept her head down. Vampire politics? Not her scene. House rituals? Hell no. The six ruling vampire Houses ran human society behind boardrooms and biotech labs, but Sophia wasn’t part of that world. Until the massacre. A blood bank near her university erupts in ritual carnage – bodies drained, glyphs scorched into the walls in a forbidden, long-dead language. And suddenly, Sophia becomes a problem the Houses can’t ignore. Because she can see the ancient glyphs. No one else can. Now hunted, analysed, and paraded as a potential asset, Sophia is dragged into a world of sanctioned feeds, volatile “spinning” dens, and gala floors soaked in blood and old grudges. Every House wants her bloodline, some for science, some for legacy, some just to erase it. The only one who might understand what’s happening is Adam, a near-feral vampire who’s barely keeping it together. He’s not her handler. He’s not her hero. But he’s the only one left who doesn’t flinch when she bleeds.

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