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Within two days of landing, he witnessed a Great Sun blossoming upon the earth, followed by a succession of events: storms, cold waves, famines, hungry ghosts, Evil Path, Divine Dynasty, Devils, one after another. Yu Ziqing first set a modest goal for himself, not to starve to death. Then he sought to secure for himself a sufficiently powerful backing, so he could cultivate in peace until nobody could kill him. ———————————————— As long as there is enough information, there is no enemy that can't be defeated.

"I am Yang Jian. By the time you read this, I've already been dead..." A strange parchment, an eye that peeks into the darkness. This is the memoir of a person who survived.

After dying as a college student, Kain wakes up in a magical world where people form bonds with spiritual creatures to fight alongside them. Determined to rise to the top, he relies on a System and loyal companions. Everything seems to align with his ambitions—except the spiritual creatures he can contract seem to be remarkably…strange

I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn. ***WORLD'S BEST STORY2014*** Her mom's a witch. Her dad's a demon. And she just wants to be ordinary. I batted at the curl of smoke drifting off the tip of my candle and tried not to sneeze. My heavy velvet cloak fell in oppressive, suffocating folds in the closed space of the ceremony chamber, the cowl trapping the annoying bits of puff I missed. I hated the way my eyes burned and teared, an almost constant distraction. Not that I didn't welcome the distraction, to be honest. Anything to take my mind from what went on around me. Being part of a demon raising is way less exciting than it sounds. Sydlynn Hayle's teen life couldn't be more complicated. Trying to please her coven is all a fantasy while the adventure of starting over in a new town and fending off a bully cheerleader who hates her are just the beginning of her troubles. What to do when delicious football hero Brad Peters--boyfriend of her cheer nemesis--shows interest? If only the darkly yummy witch, Quaid Moromond, didn't make it so difficult for her to focus on fitting in with the normal kids despite her paranormal, witchcraft laced home life. Add to that her crazy grandmother's constant escapes driving her family to the brink and Syd's between a rock and a coven site. Forced to take on power she doesn't want to protect a coven who blames her for everything, only she can save her family's magic. If her family's distrust doesn't destroy her first.

In a world where the chosen one has defeated the demon lord and brought peace to the realm, now 500 years have passed since the demon's defeat. Aetheria, the world, appears peaceful, but is it truly so?

[Horror Game Developer : My games really aren't that scary!] I hate horror. From the skittering sounds of footsteps racing behind me, to the soft yet unnervingly cold whispers curling around my ears... All of it. I hate it. So much so that I start puking whenever I reach a certain threshold. And yet, I am a Horror Game Developer. A crappy one at that. So, given my lack of ability, I decided to quit. And yet... [Congratulations, you've been selected for the Horror Game Developer System!] Nope, I don't want it. Let me quit. ※ Note : Your world might experience some changes. But don't worry! It's part of the game! *** This is a story about a game developer who hates horror, but has no choice but to develop games scary enough to traumatize people. You want to curse me for making you piss your pants? If that's the case, who do I curse? *** An SCP inspired story with its own twist! Discord : https://discord.gg/FK7ZQU3b9p

[Horror-Spieleentwickler: Meine Spiele sind wirklich nicht so gruselig!] Ich hasse Horror. Von den huschenden Geräuschen von Schritten, die hinter mir herjagen, bis zu den leisen, aber beunruhigend kalten Flüstern, die sich um meine Ohren winden... All das. Ich hasse es. So sehr, dass ich anfange zu kotzen, wenn ich eine bestimmte Schwelle erreiche. Und trotzdem bin ich ein Horror-Spieleentwickler. Ein miserabler noch dazu. Also habe ich beschlossen, aufzuhören, angesichts meiner mangelnden Fähigkeiten. Und doch... [Glückwunsch, Sie wurden für das Horror-Spielentwicklungssystem ausgewählt!] Nein, ich will es nicht. Lass mich aufhören. ※ Hinweis: Ihre Welt könnte einige Veränderungen erfahren. Aber keine Sorge! Es ist Teil des Spiels! *** Dies ist eine Geschichte über einen Spieleentwickler, der Horror hasst, aber keine andere Wahl hat, als Spiele zu entwickeln, die gruselig genug sind, um Menschen zu traumatisieren. Sie wollen mich verfluchen, weil ich Sie dazu gebracht habe, sich in die Hose zu machen? Wenn das der Fall ist, wen verfluche ich dann? *** Eine von SCP inspirierte Geschichte mit ihrer eigenen Wendung!

This world is sick; both Immortals and mortals suffer from a stubborn ailment known as Longevity. Under the influence of Immortality, various Cultivation Techniques evolve rapidly in grotesque and inexplicable directions. [Fetal Period: A baby is born with shriveled, powerless limbs.] [Childhood: After 20 years, the Internal Organs completely decay.] [Weak Crown Period: At 50 years, the flesh dries and withers.] [Thirty Years Old Stage: After 100 years, the blood runs dry and gives birth to mutations.] I am an Immortal Seeker, and also one seeking survival.

She is the true daughter of a prestigious family in the Federation, who was lost outside and grew up in a garbage heap, and is also a waste with only F-level spiritual power. Her parents' abandonment and favoritism, the exclusion and framing by her green tea fake daughter sister, the cultivation sect in crisis. She can only regain her cultivation and turn the tide by participating in the Federation Planet's 'God Creation Game'! "No way? Someone with only F-level spiritual power can also enter the 'God Creation Game'?" "Maybe just to make up the numbers." "With only 3 attack points, even a gust of wind can kill her, right?" Josh, the sickly waste not favored by everyone, casually summoned a Divine-level Monster in the dimension. Just when everyone thought she was going to kill all sides, she smiled slightly: "Open for fortune-telling, divining the location, weaknesses, and treasures of monsters, looking at dimension feng shui, monster physiognomy, one divination for 3000 points, scan the code to pay, thank you!" Barrage: "What's wrong! 3000 points, what idiot would go there! She's a fraud!" Contestant: "Me me me! I want a reading, I want a reading!" "I was here first!" "Don't cut in line!" Barrage: "......" Are these the star contestants they've fostered with points?

The biggest mistake of Alicia's life, was trying to commit suicide. She found herself in the body of a 19 years old princess in exile, in the middle ages. What's more? She was forced to marry Prince Harold; the infamous white-haired hot tempered Prince who wouldn't mind killing someone for the most irrelevant reason. Now, her wedding is only a few hours from now and the 'princess', which happens to be Alicia, is supposed to display some 'princessly' skills to the guest. Quick question: Is twerking allowed in the middle ages? She knew one thing for sure, the wedding was going to be a disaster and the hot tempered prince was going to kill her before she found her way back home. God Help Her! ThatAmazingGirl in collaboration with Miss_Behaviour (The writers of In Love With A Klepto) is bringing you another book. "THE CURSED PRINCE'S STRANGE BRIDE" What would you do if you suddenly found yourself in the body of a princess in the ancient time? What's more, he isn't only a werewolf, he is also cursed by the moon goddess. EXCERPT: What should she do? She was confused and had no idea what was going on. Weddings in the middle ages was weird! What the hell is 'Virtues recitation'? Should she pretend to faint? That was the only thought that made sense. So that was what she did. She slowly collapsed on the ground and heard how everyone began to gasp and exclaim.  Alicia wanted them to take her out of there and then she would find a way to escape. But maybe she was unlucky after all, because when she peeped under her lashes, wondering why no one was coming to carry her out, she saw a golden robe, before the person crouched down in front of her. She shut her eyes tightly and stilled her breath. She was an actress, after all. She could pull this off flawlessly.  "That was a bad act, my lady." The deep voice spoke, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. Scary. "I will only give you three seconds to get up."  His voice wasn't really threatening, but somehow he commanded fear, especially with the slow and careful way he spoke. She had heard he was bad-tempered. What would he do after the three seconds passed? Would he kill her? Then would she die here? How did he even know she was pretending? Were people in the middle ages usually smart? She opened one eye to peek at him and saw him staring right at her with a smirk.  THERE WAS NO WAY THE WEDDING WASN'T HAPPENING. SHE WAS SO DEAD! ******* Werewolf (Check) Cursed prince (Check) Transmigration (Check) Comedy (Check) Romance (Double Check) ADD TO YOUR LIBRARY!