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Ye Xuan's Journey of Collecting Sex Slaves in Douluo.

Before the old ones came to power there were whispers of a being so powerful that it brought all deities fear just with the mention of its name. Known to be the first being to come into being the Titan was feared by all. His very name calls his attention to the speaker. The last old one to leave this world was said to have spoken his name and fled hoping to call him down upon humanity in one final act of revenge. The old one was never heard from again.......

Roan Holt made one bad deal with something that predated the Slayer line, the Watcher's Council, and every classification system currently running on the Hellmouth. What he got was not a gift — it was a consequence. Soul-bonded modifications with no entry in any Watcher's archive, abilities that emerged because his body had to adapt to what now lives inside it, and a prophetic blank that makes every oracle in the known cosmological order miss him entirely. He is the hardest thing in Sunnydale to kill that no one has thought to look for. Faith is spiraling. Kendra's death is coming. The Angel soul question sits like a wrongly-witnessed contract. He knows the ledger of his non-interventions better than anyone. The Council's anomaly specialist is on the way — and Roan Holt is exactly the kind of problem their procedures were never designed to handle.

Filthy Smut in Naruto, Enjoy

Cole moves to Sunnydale a week before a sixteen-year-old transfer named Buffy Summers walks into the library. The dashboard only he can see logs the town like a battlefield: Adaptation Engine ticking up resistances every time something tries to kill him, Resonance Leech surging when he stands inside three meters of a Slayer or a Hellmouth or the wrong kind of demon. The Aegis Bonds list five names he has bled to keep alive — his mother, his younger brother, the classmate he saved on day one, Buffy, and the witch named Amy whose mother body-swapped her in chapter twelve. He intervenes early, badly, often, and the system promises that if anything kills him he reconstitutes twenty-four hours later on the nearest safe ground, minus most of what he had earned. Spike calls him the shiny boy. Drusilla wants to keep him. A demon collector called the Cartographer is filing his entry in a catalog older than the Watchers Council. Cole has already died once. The second one is going to cost more.

There had always been so many things I loved about the story of the Sith Inquisitor. The cleverness, the biting sarcasm, the triumphant story of rising from slave to Dark Councilor in a handful of years, of ritualized Sith Sorcery and, of course, of massive lightning storms. I had always imagined that, should I wake up one day in the world of Star Wars, I would be my favorite character in my favorite universe. Then I awoke, strapped to a table, a slave being tortured and twisted, body and soul, for the amusement and 'advancement' of my owner. I realized that the world I had seen had only been a fraction of it, only the parts that wouldn't fall afoul of Ratings and censorship laws. And I realized that the path to glory was not so easy as a game made it seem. Fine then. I have the advantage of foresight and a touch of Destiny. If I must become 'evil' to gain my freedom and to free the galaxy from its vicious cycle, let me be 'evil'. Or A massive Star Wars nerd ends up in the world of SWTOR pre-game as a slave and realizes that games really undersell things. **This story updates on the 20th of every month**

The first time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom died just as her bridal sedan chair arrived at his door. The second time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom was struck by lightning just as the auspicious hour arrived. Having been 'returned' twice, her ominous reputation spread throughout the surrounding villages, and it seemed she would be left on her family's hands. Her grandmother, who favored boys over girls, slapped her thighs and wailed, "What sins did I commit in my past life, that you can't even be sold for a single tael of silver!" Ji Huan: "...You might not believe this, but I'm destined for great fortune in the future." Yikes! There's a rule that "those who are unmarried by the age of seventeen will be assigned a husband by an official"? Not to worry, not to worry, I'll just find a fake husband to deal with it. That vagrant at the village entrance... if he cleans up, he's actually quite presentable. It'll be him!

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

"You should get up from where you fell down. Wifey, don't you want to hold your head high and show off in front of them in this life?" the man whispered close to the woman's ear, his tone full of temptation. "Are you really that kind?" The woman took a wary step back, completely unwilling to fall for it: "Those people aren't just anybody. Aren't they your dearest parents and siblings?" "Wifey, I am clear on who is close to me and who is distant. From now on, you and the children are the ones dearest to me." A pained look flashed in the man's eyes; it took him a lifetime and a painful price to finally understand—if he himself doesn't know how to fiercely protect his own wife and children, how can he expect others to hold them in any regard? This is actually a story where both the male and female leads are reborn, one after the other, and the male lead, after learning from his painful experience, ultimately undergoes a Cultivation to become a "loyal dog." With a spatial dimension and a superpower, see how Gu Nuan Nuan brings her mother along for a magnificent reversal in this life!

An elderly rural grandmother is reborn to the time before her wedding. Unable to part with her filial children, she has no choice but to reform her husband who is hot-tempered, blindly filial, but truly dotes on their children. An elderly rural grandfather is reborn back to the time before his matchmaking meeting. His goal in this life is to dote on his wife, spoil their children, dote on his wife some more, and dote on his wife......