morality in pulp fiction

When his family company went bankrupt, Qi Lin sought help from relatives and friends he had helped before. Qi Lin: “Brother Wang, I treated you to breakfast for three years in high school~” Wang Cheng: “I, Wang Cheng, am not an ungrateful person. Bring me 1000 bowls of hot dry noodles for my old classmate.” Qi Lin: “Xueyao, do you remember when you were looking for a job, you stayed at my villa for three years?” Qi Xueyao: “I paid you three years’ rent for a 10-square-meter room. Why don’t you move your whole family in?” Qi Lin helped these people back then, but now they’re indifferent to him. Disheartened, Qi Lin jumped from a high-rise building in despair. He thought he would die like that, but when Qi Lin opened his eyes again, he found himself back in his third year of high school. The family company hadn’t gone bankrupt, and he was still a rich second-generation playboy. Recalling the scenes after his family went bankrupt, Qi Lin sneered coldly. Since I was all about fooling around and waiting for death, why not become a rich second-generation with no morals?

He died for vengeance—and was reborn for domination. Feng Yun, son of the notorious Evil Swordsman, spent his first life chasing a single goal: revenge. He succeeded, but at the cost of everything. Powerless and dying, he entered the abyss… only to strike a soul-binding deal with a mysterious entity. Now, reborn in a strange world, Feng Yun awakens in the frail body of a disgraced king—a cowardly ruler who was overthrown by his ambitious brother. But the old king is dead. And in his place stands a predator. Cold, calculating, and utterly ruthless, Feng Yun doesn't crave justice or peace. He craves absolute control. Armed with his past life's cunning, a mysterious golden seed, and no attachment to anyone or anything, he begins carving his path—not as a savior… But as a god. Enemies think him weak. They’ll soon learn they were born to kneel.

Asher, a young guy with reality-bending powers, teams up with his mentor, Silas, a powerful and mysterious being, whos foreshadowed to be a god. Together, they’re on a mission to figure out how to use their insane abilities without completely screwing up the universe. But things go sideways when they face off against their first uncounter. a dark entity capable of tearing apart the entire space-time continuum. After barely surviving the first encounter, Asher and Silas realize they’ve got to stop this being before it unravels reality itself. As they dive deeper into the chaos, Asher starts to question everything—like whether using all this power is worth it if it means risking everything he cares about. The Paradox of Morality is a fast-paced story about power, responsibility, and what happens when the line between hero and villain gets way too blurry.

Acquiring actual skills, interests and ideals... Is a hard task! How can you make sure, that everything you do is not an absolute waste of time, leading to less than nothing? Therefore, the main character of the story, the man affectionally called 'Nista' a name that, essentially, has no meaning, and "No meaning" is not the meaning of it either, obligates himself to nothing, aside from Visual novels! Reveling in his unemployed and severely uneducated life-style, refusing to go outside due to its dangers, the comfort of his life is challenged: unless poor Nista finds an actual job, his parents are going to stop sending him all the needed funds to slack away! So, o great' hero Nista... Can you depart on an adventure so dangerous, to seize the roots of a profession!?

"I emphasize again, this is not called freeloading, this is called serendipity!" Lin Mo declared. —————— A thousand years ago, a game called "After the Primordial Chaos" descended into reality, and the planet Di Yuan entered the Great Cultivation Era. In this world of cultivation where geniuses are as common as dogs and protagonists blessed by fate are everywhere, Lin Mo, an ordinary high school student preparing for the Immortal Examination, had neither background nor influence. He couldn't even outcompete others in studying. So, between raising fish and fishing, he chose the wooden fish. Between morality and immorality, he chose merit. From then on, by tapping the wooden fish, he gained merit and blessings, enjoying a laid-back life. Is your cultivation level too low before the Immortal Examination? [You've invested merit points into your cultivation technique, upgrading to Qi Condensation 9th layer.] Are spells too difficult to practice? [You've invested merit points into spell techniques, mastering the Heavenly Thunder Incantation.] Is your Dao technique too ordinary? [You've invested merit points into a broken deity statue, restoring its golden body, and obtaining the divine ability "Samadhi True Fire."] ... Lin Mo stretched lazily, gazing at the ruins of the old Celestial Court in the ninth heaven. The Heavenly Dao has shattered, and all the gods and Buddhas have perished? No matter, let me flex my fingers and rebuild the glory of the Celestial Court!

This is a story about the lies we tell ourselves to protect the truth. A story about how the poison can be as deadly as the cure. A story of a man riddled with madness. Not just any story, it's my story. Just remember; not everything you see is real and not all realities can be seen.

After obtaining reports of a lone Human wandering in the forest on the outskirts of the northern border, The Dark Lord, Heskin the Immortal, leads a small group of his elite guard to capture the human, only to find a girl in tattered clothes barely covering the years of abuse this girl suffered. Mere days go by before an official notice from the Northern Kingdom of Karnst arrives, accusing him of kidnapping their princess! Now armed with the knowledge of who is responsible for the abuse of tis poor girl he is forced to make a decision. Return the princess, or bring his forces, and anger, down on the Karnst Kingdom in a bloody war.

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?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.