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Sheila is an average girl who likes to play video games and watch animes in her free time. If there’s anything that stood out from her, that would be her beautiful appearance. Due to spending too much time playing video games till late at night, she would usually forget to do her homework which she would, later on, asked her best friend, Ria, for help. A total average gamer-otaku girl. Like any other day, Sheila was walking her way to school when suddenly the phone in her pocket vibrates. She pulled it out of her pocket to check with the expectation of seeing a new message, but the result was something that would change her entire life completely upside down. Leveling System, it was a mysterious app which suddenly appeared inside her phone. By using it, she could level up like the character in the game and become stronger. But what would an average girl do by becoming stronger? Not expecting to fight anything absurd in her daily life, Sheila slowly adapts to her new life of leveling up inside an instant dungeon. But out of nowhere, A goblin appeared in front of her somewhere in the alleyways. Where did it come from? Not knowing anything, Sheila ended up killing it. That night, She woke up to a nightmare where the world turned chaotic as monsters run rampage everywhere, it was a world where a weak human life was nothing but garbage, a world where strong prey the weak. She believes it was a premonition of what her future would be if she does nothing. Will she stand up and take responsibly to fight for others? Or would she be selfish and only fight for her loved ones? The fate of the entire world is on her hand. Her decision will decide the outcome of everything. *** Important note: English is not my first language, so do expect to see a grammatic error and if you're such a kind and big heart person and would willing to help, feel free do so as I appreciated any sort of support. I'm also a new author who only wrote the story because purely for my own pleasure. Be warn though as the story progress and development is very slow. I started writing this story out of spit of not having anything interesting to read, do expect some cliche since this author likes it. *** [UPDATED!]The characters design followed by tiny bits information(Be warn as it would be a spoiler to the new readers!): http://imgur.com/gallery/twsIaJe If you like the story, please give some power stone, any will be appreciated! Credit to the artist, I just simply edit to fit the book cover; https://picrew.me/image_maker/234517 *** Discord: https://discord.gg/2JMqZ3e Support me: Send me a cup of coffee: Ko-fi/minxmean Patreon: patreon.com/NEETGuy

After a simple extraction mission, Kenneth makes a dire mistake that wipes out his entire team. Left alone and bleeding out, Kenneth has no choice but to pray to a higher being in hopes of getting a second chance at life. Luckily for him, his prayers are answered as he finds himself in the body of a man who has the same name as him! Now, faced with a strange world he is unfamiliar with, all he can do is follow the previous owners' wishes to enter the infamous military academy Toleran and become a renowned Anchor. The problem is finding a Striker to pair with. In comes Lucien Saint-James, the captain of the third division and a high-class Striker with whom he has the highest compatibility. The problem is, whenever Lucien is around, he gets this uncontrollable urge to bring him to his knees, not to mention that he doesn’t care for his arrogant attitude either. Now, Kenneth faces a dilemma. If he ever hopes to make it out of this academy alive and realize the dreams of the original Kenneth, he will have to suck up his pride and learn to hide his urges if he wants to make it out in one piece. Oh, and did he mention he had to deal with monsters and mystical beasts too?! ****************************************** Excerpt: “Kiss me.” Kenneth blinked. “What—“ “You heard me. Do it. Now.” Anger flashed in his eyes yet his body moved before his brain could tell him to stop. He reached for the Striker and their lips met. Kenneth poured his energy into Lucien, filling the barren pit inside his mind, giving him enough juice to keep going. The two pulled away, and Lucien’s steely eyes met his, holding him in place. “You always look like you hate anchoring me, but then you get that blissful look on your face that screams ‘I want more’. It’s cute.” Kenneth felt an unbearable urge to slap the smug smile off his face. But since now wasn’t the time to commit acts of violence against his pair. He held himself back. He would deal with him properly later. “Eat shit, captain.” Was all he said before sending him off. ****** A guideverse story with a little twist, hot and cold romance with a whole lot of slow burn (emphasis on burn because the MC refuses to admit his feelings, the stubborn fool). TW: Trauma, survival’s guilt, and violence

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Cultivation world Tianji door to the evening when the ascension by the thunderbolt was split to the modern world, possessed in a small eighteen line paste curry to the evening body.Paste curry to the night to mix with the entertainment industry for many years has always been a small transparent, in the female N number ranks in the soy sauce, the brokerage company to see its lack of economic value let her go to accompany the wine, resistance to the company after the whole network blocked.The money saved over the years has also been mum to her brother to buy a large set of three houses in A City, allowing the original owner to suffer, and eventually broke down and swallowed sleeping pills to commit suicide.When the palm to the night to take over the body of the paste curry to the night, doomed to this world because she boiled.A fortune-telling and divining account called Zhuang Zhou Meng Die quickly became popular on the raccoon live broadcasting platform, and the anchor dresses in an ancient style to cover her face with a veil, but the fortune-telling is accurate!

I'm Kenny Clark, German Descent. This is Miami, city of paradise, the City of Sin. Socialites packed in, drug lords running loose. This is the world of money and power, the realm of guns and death. This is the playground for opportunities and adventurers, the abyss of despair and helplessness. I'm just a kid from the chaotic slums. Until one day, fate underwent a dramatic change. My VR game turned into reality! My life has become one game instance after another! I can get everything! Passing the game instance, my physical fitness improves and I can gain countless abilities. Lock picking, piano, hand-to-hand combat, shooting... Until I'm standing at the top of the human pyramid. Wealth, power, women, they'll all become my prey.

He was a simple man in his past life – a masseuse, not a hero. His hands were trained to heal pain, not cause it. But when fate dragged him into another world, those same hands became the only thing keeping him alive. Unlike the chosen ones who gain holy blessings or unrivaled power, he has nothing but skill, wit, and stubbornness. He doesn’t seek glory, nor does he dream of leaving his name in history. But the world has other plans. A kingdom built on lies. Families fighting for power in the shadows. Betrayals hidden behind smiles. And he? He’s caught in the middle, forced to navigate schemes that could devour him whole. He isn’t the strongest. He isn’t the bravest. But sometimes, the man who doesn’t want the spotlight… is the one who survives it. ________ I get this alot so I'm going to clarify: This is not a smut novel, there will be romantic scenes but not as pronounced.

Time is not on his side. It's inside him. Nineteen year old Alex Wilder has spent his whole life feeling like he's watching the world through glass — present but untouched, handsome but invisible, alive but completely indifferent. In the crowded hallways of New Lagos High he is nobody. A closed door. A boy too guarded to let the world in and too smart to pretend that doesn't cost him something. Then one rainy evening in the forgotten sub-levels of Chronicle Hall, everything changes. A four hundred year old secret chooses him. A pulse that isn't his own heartbeat takes up residence in his chest. And somewhere at the edge of the universe, something ancient and hungry stirs — a being who was once the greatest guardian of time and is now its most terrifying enemy — and starts moving toward New Lagos. His name is Kronos Maw. He doesn't want to rule time. He wants to unmake it. But Kronos Maw is not the worst thing out there. Before the universe had a name. Before time had a direction. Before the first star burned its first light into the darkness — there was the Chrono Void. A hunger that doesn't roar or rage or announce itself. It simply waits at the edge of everything, patient and absolute, whispering one promise to every crack in reality it finds. Entropy. Silence. Nothingness. For centuries the Temporal Lattice has kept it locked away. But the Lattice is fracturing. And every Rift pulse Kronos Maw unleashes loosens another thread. Every world he destroys opens another crack. He believes he is using the Void as a weapon. He doesn't understand that the Void is using him. Across the multiverse others are stirring. A wind-singer on a floating citadel of crystal spires whose songs travel through cracks in reality. A stone-skinned guardian on a desert world where sand itself is frozen in time. Ancient Weavers watching from a pocket dimension outside of time entirely. Warriors from rift-scarred worlds carrying powers forged from broken timelines. All of them feeling the same fractures. All of them sending the same desperate signal. Hold the line. On Earth Alex's only allies are a sharp-eyed tech genius with fourteen pages of notes, a former bully with a blade forged from broken time, and a four hundred year old guardian who has been waiting specifically for him. Together they are the first defense between New Lagos and oblivion. Between Earth and the unraveling of everything. Two threats. One is coming for him. The other is coming for everything. Some legacies skip generations. Some wait four hundred years. Alex's just arrived. And the question isn't whether he's ready. The question is whether ready even matters anymore. The lattice is fracturing. The tyrant is coming. The Void is whispering. And a boy from New Lagos is all that stands between existence and the hungry silence at the edge of time. The war for time itself begins here. Time is not on his side. It's inside him. Nineteen year old Alex Wilder has spent his whole life feeling like he's watching the world through glass — present but untouched, handsome but invisible, alive but completely indifferent. In the crowded hallways of New Lagos High he is nobody. A closed door. A boy too guarded to let the world in and too smart to pretend that doesn't cost him something. Then one rainy evening in the forgotten sub-levels of Chronicle Hall, everything changes. A four hundred year old secret chooses him. A pulse that isn't his own heartbeat takes up residence in his chest. And somewhere at the edge of the universe, something ancient and hungry stirs — a being who was once the greatest guardian of time and is now its most terrifying enemy — and starts moving toward New Lagos. His name is Kronos Maw. He doesn't want to rule time. He wants to unmake it. But Kronos Maw is not the worst thing out there. Before the universe had a name. Before time had a direction. Before the first star burned its first light into the darkness — there was the Chrono Void. A hunger that doesn't roar or rage

24 year old Jossy has spent the last two years trapped in a marriage that is slowly breaking her spirit. To the world, her husband Damien is charming, successful, and deeply devoted, but behind closed doors, he’s a monster. He is controlling, violent, and unpredictable. One night, he goes too far. Terrified and desperate, Jossy reaches out to the only person she trusts: Noah, Damien’s former best friend, and the man who has secretly loved and supported her. What follows is a harrowing journey through hospitals, police investigations, and painful steps toward freedom. As the truth of her marriage unravels in public, Jossy needs courage to; face the powerful man who has been abusing her, rebuild her life, and open her heart to loving again.

If life were a game, then the next level is inevitable, so just embrace it! Random Map: Supermarket, subway, ship, fitting room... anything is possible. Random Teammates: Interpol agents, delivery guys, grandma squad, mischievous kids... it's all luck. In the real world, a genuine parallel universe, the chosen ones must strive to survive! Episodic mode with a main suspenseful plot, but don't forget about romance. The female protagonist has exceptional bloodlines, while the male lead is not random. It's a 1v1 match. Female Protagonist's Operating System: Only tails and enchanting nights should not be wasted.

Chris tries an unbelievably realistic new game, but soon he realizes that something is terribly wrong. He can't logout! After surviving in a forest clearing with nothing except for a Shrine, he comes to the conclusion that he has been transported to a another world. He is probably in the fantasy world of the game he was trying out. Chris is your ordinary college student, so surviving on his own is a rude awakening. Luckily, he soon discovers a woman next to his makeshift camp. Oh no, she hits him with a branch. He has to make her trust him, and quickly, before she hits him again! After a bit of convincing, the woman introduces herself as Lady Amelia of the Moon. She is a beautiful and fierce Elf Priestess. Chris is immediately interested in her. Even better, she will lead him to a nearby village. Huzzah! He is rescued! This is the beginning of a fantastic journey filled with magic and deadly perils. Alongside Amelia, Chris will discover great power within himself and an even greater destiny! They will face ferocious opponents such as demons, werewolves, warlocks, undead, and even dragons on their journey to find and defeat a great and mysterious Evil. Over time, they may also develop feelings toward each other.