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Chu Chen transmigrates into a beast-taming world and awakes his golden finger--the Slaughter Atlas after the awakening ceremony. With this Atlas, Chu will fight his way from weak to strong, evolving his Guardian Beast from ordinary to god-like. "This ape is a Thunder Ape, a beast with dual rare attributes of Beast and Thunder. It has few rivals in the same realm and is priced relatively inexpensively at four hundred thousand."

Chu Chen se transmigre dans un monde de domptage de bêtes et éveille son doigt d'or--l'Atlas d'Abattage après la cérémonie d'éveil. Avec cet Atlas, Chu combattra pour passer de faible à fort, faisant évoluer sa Bête Gardienne d'ordinaire à divine. "Ce singe est un Singe du Tonnerre, une bête avec le double attribut rare de Bête et de Tonnerre. Il a peu de rivaux dans le même domaine et est relativement peu coûteux à quatre cent mille."

Petualangan Lily Putih mengarungi dunia yang berisi banyak ras.

A car accident changed my life completely, and a series of unexpected adventures followed one after another. A perfect exam score, mastery of lottery scratching, a basketball prodigy, or a swimming champion? No — I am omnipotent. -------------------------------------- Author’s/TL's Note: Thank you for reading my novel! Your votes, comments, and Golden Tickets keep this story alive. Your support means everything. Love the story? Show your support with Power Stones — every one of them fuels my motivation! Found a mistake or plot issue? Drop a comment — I’ll fix it ASAP! The cover art is AI-generated. ----------------------------------------- Dropping this one because the contract application got rejected. Anyone who wants the chapters to be updated, pls leave a review. I'll upload again. Thanks, and sorry to all the people who supported this. :)

In a world where every life burns with an inner flame, Lu Ran is the only heir of his clan who cannot kindle one. After failing the Kindling Rite for the third and final time, he loses his cultivation allowance, his home, and his last chance to enter the Mystic Flame Sect. That same night, a corpse speaks to him from inside a cremation furnace. The dead man leaves behind an ember, an unfinished wish, and a clue connected to Lu Ran’s father—who vanished eight years ago. When Lu Ran fulfills the wishes of the dead, their remaining embers become stars within a mysterious black atlas, allowing him to inherit fragments of their skills, talents, and memories. But the dead are not always truthful. Every borrowed ability carries another person’s regrets. Every memory risks erasing a part of Lu Ran himself. And beneath the cultivation world lies a secret far darker than a single missing man: Someone has been harvesting the flames of the living and the dead. To find his father and kindle a flame of his own, Lu Ran must walk a path no cultivator has taken before—one built from ashes, unfinished promises, and the voices of those the world has forgotten.

History is full of unsolved mysteries—vanished dynasties, ghost legions, missing manuscripts, entire civilizations erased from memory. But what if those mysteries weren't accidents? What if they were crimes? Across the millennia, a secret war has raged between the Archivists' Guild—protectors of the true timeline—and the Correctors, ancient beings who "edit" history by unmaking whatever doesn't fit their perfect pattern. When a sixteen-year-old apprentice scribe in Ancient Egypt discovers a canopic jar has vanished from a sealed tomb, she stumbles into a conflict that predates the pyramids. Armed with a mysterious compass that points not north but toward fractures in reality, she becomes the first in a new generation of unexpected heroes. From the slave barracks of Sparta to the imperial courts of Han China; from the misty frontier of Hadrian's Wall to the blood-soaked altars of the Aztec Empire; from the golden libraries of Timbuktu to the ghost-haunted seas of the Spanish Main—and finally to the fog-choked streets of Victorian London—teenagers who should have been forgotten by history become its only defenders. They are scholars, pickpockets, warriors, priestesses, blacksmiths, and cabin boys, united by a single symbol: a wheel with twelve spokes. Their mission is simple. Protect the Vanished Chapters—the erased stories of civilizations that were never meant to exist. Stop the Correctors from perfecting reality into a single, soulless timeline. And if they fail, every timeline that ever was will collapse into one final, absolute Correction. The Atlas of Forgotten Worlds is an epic, globe-spanning historical fantasy series told with the breakneck pacing, irreverent humor, and heart of a Rick Riordan adventure. It's perfect for readers who love diving into rich ancient cultures, solving impossible mysteries, and watching a ragtag found family accidentally save the universe—one sarcastic observation at a time. 8 Chronicles complete. The compass is calling. Will you answer?

(Please let me know what you think of the book, if there are things I can approve of) He was meant to die, he should have died, but he was given a second chance. Now he is thrown into a world that most don't know exists.

Every 77 Days, the world’s map shifts. Cities, nations, even oceans relocate overnight — without warning, without explanation. The people stay where they are, but what’s around them changes completely. This phenomenon, called The Atlas Swap, has shaped history, collapsed empires, and sparked countless myths. Now, the next Swap is due in exactly nine days… and this time, it won’t just rearrange the world — it will rewrite who lives in it.

Some boys you kiss. Others, you burn for. I’ve ruined every boy who’s ever touched me. Not on purpose. Not always. But the trail of heartbreak behind me is long, drunk, and begging for mercy. They call me a monster in mascara. They’re not wrong. I smoke too much, lie like it’s a sport, and ride my Ducati faster than I should—just to feel something. My mom’s passed out by noon, my dad’s a ghost, and I’ve been partying my way out of feeling anything since I was twelve. Then there’s Atlas Reed. The golden boy with a gym body and a brain built for equations and quiet revenge. He reads Nietzsche. Fixes his sister’s bike. Talks like a whisper. Looks like a sin. And wants absolutely nothing to do with me. So of course I’m obsessed. But Atlas isn’t like the others. He doesn’t fall. He waits. Calculates. And when he finally looks at me like he’s going to ruin me back— I don’t run.

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"