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In Indian mythology, the Three Aspects Deity suppressed the current age. Many Immortals cursed all the gods. Asuras, after millennia of arduous cultivation, would always attack the Heavenly Realm and beat up the Heavenly Emperor upon receiving a boon. "Arduous cultivation, receiving boons, beating up the Heavenly Emperor, why is Indian mythology always like this? I'm the one who gets beaten and suffers; I quit!" Indra, who had reincarnated as the Heavenly Emperor, was furious. And so... "Whoever loves being the Heavenly Emperor, be my guest; I'm not going to work!" Indra said. "Hey, hey, hey, the script isn't supposed to go like this," the Destroyer God Shiva said, full of question marks. "You've performed great meritorious deeds in the past. This position of the Heavenly Emperor is rightfully yours. If not, there will be chaos in the world!" the Protector God Vishnu said anxiously. "No, Heavenly Emperor, I'll give you a boon. Go quickly and beat up the Asura!" the Creator God Brahma spoke thus.

[300 Golden tickets= 5 Bonus chapters] [100 Golden tickets= 2 Bonus chapters] [400 Power stones= 5 Bonus chapters] [200 Power stones= 2 Bonus chapters] I'll try to do the total bonus chapters before the end of week... but I can't make any promises ______ Yohan wakes up ten years in the past, back when he still lived with his uncle and hadn’t yet lost his parents’ massage parlour. With a strange book filled with wellness techniques in his hands, he decides to live differently this time—more aware, more purposeful, and maybe even more fulfilled. “Missed opportunity is tomorrow’s regret.”

[300 tickets d'or = 5 chapitres bonus] [100 tickets d'or = 2 chapitres bonus] [400 Power stones = 5 chapitres bonus] [200 Power stones = 2 chapitres bonus] Je vais essayer de faire tous les chapitres bonus avant la fin de la semaine... mais je ne peux rien promettre ______ Yohan se réveille dix ans dans le passé, à l'époque où il vivait encore avec son oncle et n'avait pas encore perdu le salon de massage de ses parents. Avec un étrange livre rempli de techniques de bien-être entre les mains, il décide de vivre différemment cette fois—plus conscient, plus déterminé, et peut-être même plus épanoui. "Une opportunité manquée est le regret de demain."

Romance, Comedy-drama. “Are you trying to resist my charm, sugarplum? ” he smirked and took a step close to her, cornering her near the staircase. “You are just too full of yourself, cupcake.” She said with a smug smile. “Oh, so you mean that you're not affected by all this hotness?” He said. She tsked and circled her hands around his neck and whispered. “Do you want me to be honest? You are really hot; as hot as smashed potato.” She smirked and pushed him and walked away with her head held high. Kitten has claws, eh! He thought to himself. Damien Ryder is a hot, arrogant, and ruthless business tycoon. He is nothing but pain is ass. But behind all this arrogance, there is a secret that Damien is hiding from everyone. A secret that is is painful at the same time his only healer. Vaidehi Aggarwal is a sweet girl next door, who lives with her big family in India. Sarcastic, Sweet, and clumsy Vaidehi is in a search of job and lands herself in New York, away from her family. What will happen when Ms. Sarcastic will stumble upon our hot arrogant Mr. Asshole? Romance will brew or they will strangle each other's neck? Cover credit- I don't own this cover. All the credit goes to the creator of this cover. ** Will be updated twice in week

" Don't Come Closer To Me ". " Why ? ". " Get Out Of Here. Right Now ". " But, I Want To Help you out ". " Niha, I'm Warning You. You'll Regret It Later ". " No, I Won't ". " Okay Then, Bear The Consequences ". Ah.. Ohh.... WHAT happened next ? HOW did The Cold Hearted CEO also known as ' The Business Monster ' in CHINA fell in love with a pretty INDIAN GIRL ? If you wanted to know about their story, Read this Novel......

A trace of expensive essential oil lingers in the air—delicate, exclusive, intoxicating. Her fingers are trembling against my back. I know those hands. In another life, the woman attached to them, Ye Miyue, the untouchable Ice Queen of our academy, was shredded by an S-class Calamity Beast in exactly three hours. Now she whispers it's her first time, her face flushed crimson. "I... I can't go on." But I didn't crawl back from death just to let the clock run out. Wang Xian died an 8th Realm Half-Step War God, buying seconds for civilians with his final breath. He wakes up seventeen, his cheat not a glowing screen—but a combat soul forged in apocalypse. Every peak-tier technique, every strategic instinct from humanity's last stand, now crammed into a teenage body. Top of his regret list? Ye Miyue—the lonely goddess he never knew, currently at his mercy, exhausted and blushing on his table. "Keep going" isn't teasing. It's a declaration of war on fate. One extended session buys time to rebuild his dojo, accelerate his cultivation, and become the wall that saves them all. But a chill creeps down his spine: something about this timeline feels wrong, twisted—as if someone else who remembers the future is already making their move. Campus Goddess, Unraveled Cold to the world, reduced to a blushing mess under your hands. Her descent from untouchable icon to devoted confidante begins with a trembling whisper. Rewriting Death, One Session at a Time Every preventable tragedy becomes a domino. Extending her massage is the first intimate push that topples a city's bloody fate. War God in a Teen Body No weakling arc. No slow grind. You bring a sealed arsenal of apocalyptic combat mastery—explosive growth, instant domination. Flirting With a Countdown "Add more time" is a race against the S-Rank Beast tearing toward the city. Every touch is borrowed seconds against annihilation. Pseudo-Harem, Real Tension The ice queen is step one. A childhood tsundere, second-chance allies, and more orbit your rising power. Emotional rescue blurs into irresistible desire. You're Not the Only One Who Returned Other shadows from the future are moving. The path to supremacy is now a chess game of pre-knowledge—and your opponents remember everything, too.

Vihaan has always been good at keeping things simple-his job, his routine, his life. He's 27, closeted, and completely inactive in the dating scene. Not because he's afraid, but because he's never been in a hurry for love. Crushes come and go, feelings fade, and life moves on. That's how it's always been. Until he meets Mehul.

I was reincarnated... I didn't expect it. When I died, I really was reincarnated. Happy? No, not at all. It was just nonsense I didn't want to get involved in, and I really just wanted to end this nonsense right away. But, surprisingly, my wife also reincarnated with me. That changes everything: I must live and, more importantly, keep her alive. I won't make the same mistake twice. No matter what I have to do... I'll do it. I never imagined that would involve running a massage parlor that, for some reason, keeps attracting dissatisfied wives, women with marital problems. I don't know what kind of bizarre luck hangs over us, but that doesn't change what I have to do. No matter who or what I have to use to achieve it: my wife and I will survive. We will survive whatever this world, or the unknown beings that inhabit it, has in store for us. That is absolute. #Harem #Romance #Comedy #Yandere#MILFs #Doppelganger#Incest #GroupActio#Oyakodon#Elves #MonsterGirls #Kemonomimi#Demons #Dragons, Priestesses,#and much more..

Aarav Sharma arrived in Bangalore with a second-hand suitcase, unpaid hostel fees, and the belief that education could change his family’s future. Coming from a small town in Bihar, he carried the hopes of his parents on his shoulders. His father struggled with debt back home, his mother kept sacrificing silently, and every month felt like a battle between survival and dreams. But at EastBridge Institute of Technology, dreams meant nothing without money. Surrounded by billionaire heirs, startup prodigies, influencers, and students driving luxury cars to campus, Aarav quickly became invisible — the “nice guy” everyone used but nobody respected. He spent his savings on a girl who only saw him as convenient, tolerated humiliation from rich classmates, and survived on chai, Maggi, and cheap hostel meals while others partied in rooftop cafés and five-star hotels. Then one night, after being publicly humiliated during the college fest, Aarav receives a mysterious notification on his phone: [Divine Tycoon System Activated.] The system does not hand out free wealth. It trains people to dominate the world of money. To survive, Aarav must complete dangerous missions tied to business, influence, intelligence, and social power. From earning his first ₹1,000 before midnight to building AI startups, entering the ruthless fintech industry, negotiating with investors, manipulating stock trends, and battling corporate giants, Aarav slowly transforms from a broke engineering student into one of India’s youngest rising tycoons. But power attracts enemies. Arrogant business heirs want to crush him before he rises further. Influencers and media companies attempt to destroy his reputation. Corrupt politicians fear his growing influence. Hidden billionaire families begin investigating the mysterious force behind his success. And somewhere behind the Divine Tycoon System lies an ancient secret connected to a forgotten Indian merchant bloodline that once shaped the economy of empires. Set in modern India and deeply inspired by today’s startup culture, AI revolution, social media fame, billionaire lifestyles, and college hustle culture, From Simp to Billionaire: Rise of the Divine Tycoon is a story of ambition, revenge, emotional growth, romance, business warfare, and the unstoppable rise of a boy who once had only ₹43.17 in his bank account. In a country ruled by power and money, Aarav Sharma is about to build an empire that even India’s biggest tycoons cannot ignore.

If the world has millions of virgins, I am one of them. If the world has ten virgins, I am one of them. If the world has only one virgin, then that’s me. And if the world has no virgins left, it must mean I’m no longer on Earth. That pretty much sums me up. My luck with women was so pathetic that even on my 25th, I hadn’t held a woman’s hand. Well, except my mom’s. And even that ended when my parents died in an accident and left me alone. But by some twist of fate, I ended up meeting a goddess and was chosen to be her Saint. And not just any Saint, but a Saint whose mission was to spread my seeds- ahem, to spread a teaching of the concept of freedom to love and lust. “Yes, my time has finally come!” That was my first thought. Until I realized I had been sent to a kingdom with strict laws, a conservative society, and a population devoted to the orthodox Church. If I weren’t careful, I likely would end up burned at the stake before I could enjoy any fruits of my labor. Now I had to worry about getting found out by husbands whose wives I bedded, boyfriends whose girlfriends I stole, clergymen whose priestesses I seduced.