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(lowercase intended) "i still remember the look on your face," "when i told you," "i loved you." a short series in which Aera writes letters to the Oliver she once knew. C O M P L E T E D B I T T E R S W E E T E N D I N G

Humans have discovered that dimensional planes with alternate realities exist. More and more realities are being discovered everyday and multiple problems the human race has been faced with are being solved by the new resources and discoveries. Those who do go to new dimensions are called “divers”. Large cooperations have been built with the aim of finding more and more resources that benefit humans using what they see as expendable lives. Poor, disabled, and disadvantaged people are tricked into or even forced into being divers and earn barely enough to keep food on the table. After many explorations and developments of dimensions there are now even schools dedicated to becoming a diver and going there is practically a ticket to being famous and successful. The most successful divers make hundreds of millions a year from the companies benefiting from them and often discover miraculous things. The mc lost her parents to the greed of others and wants nothing more than to destroy this cruel system of exploitation.

The gods are eating us. Not metaphorically. Not spiritually. Literally. Every soul that dies passes through seven divine toll booths, and at each one, the Thrones take a piece—the part that remembers, the part that matters—before letting the rest continue to rebirth. They've been doing this for eight thousand years. The math doesn't lie. The ledgers don't balance. And Cael Morrow, gutter-raised pattern-seer with too many knives and not enough impulse control, just found the receipts. Now he's on the run. Died once already—came back because his wife Veraine pulled him through death when they were twelve and apparently that creates a permanent cosmic leash. The Ember, god of passion, tasted his soul and wants seconds. The other Thrones want him silenced. And somewhere in the crawlspaces between realities, a rebellion is forming out of smugglers and abandoned children and a three-hundred-year-old double agent who's been waiting for exactly this moment. Seven books. Seven thefts. One heretic who can't stay dead trying to figure out how to unmake heaven without breaking everything else in the process. The catch: the gods aren't evil. They're scared. They broke the wheel when they built their Thrones, and the wound at the bottom of existence—the Gnaw—has been spreading ever since. They keep feeding because they don't know how to stop. Because stopping might kill them. Because eight thousand years of consumption has made them need it the way fire needs fuel. Cael doesn't want to destroy them. He wants to give the universe a choice. Open the wheel. Remove the toll booths. Let souls decide for themselves: return, remain, dissolve, transcend. Death as a door instead of a funnel. But someone has to become that door. Someone has to stand in the threshold forever. He thinks it should be him. Veraine has other ideas.

Flynn is a Sensual Demon who feeds on the erotic desires of others. In Las Vegas, there’s a lot of naughtiness to be found. Yet, with his appetite easily fulfilled, Flynn finds himself hungering for the touch of his forbidden lover. After all, it’s Christmas, and it’s been far too long since he last crossed paths with Samuel.<br><br>What he doesn’t know is that the feeling is mutual. As an angel, Samuel’s existence is jeopardized with every trip he makes to Vegas. Angels aren’t allowed within the city limits. But he can’t stay away from Flynn any longer. He needs that little taste of darkness.<br><br>Little does Flynn know Samuel has a kinky scavenger hunt in store for him.

Haunted by hallucinations that blur reality into nightmare, Annah becomes the only witness,and the only suspect,in a series of inexplicable deaths. From the preacher who silenced her mother, to the man who betrayed her, each victim pulls her deeper into a world where voices whisper, shadows follow, and Lucy’s disappearance remains the wound she cannot escape. Detective Stella Njoroge sees Annah as a puzzle...fragile, brilliant, and dangerous. The deeper Stella digs, the more she finds threads connecting Annah to every crime…and to Dr. Kariuki, whose calm smile hides a far darker truth. As Annah’s mind spirals toward the final confession, she must confront the one memory she has buried so deeply it threatens to destroy her: what really happened to Lucy Mumo. Is Annah confessing to crimes she committed? Or is she unveiling a monster hidden behind a doctor’s coat?

"KRRRRRR-CHAKKKKK!!!" That sound... like a sack of meat being squeezed between grinding machines and bones being crushed slowly. Colin's body was ripped in half from the waist up, his intestines gushing out like disgusting pink ropes. The rest of the body was thrown into the air-against the cave wall-and hung bleeding like meat that the butcher failed to hang. Her scream was incomplete. Only the sound of "Agh-GUUHHKKKK!!" turned into a torrent of blood. The creature stepped forward, tearing into its next victim again, its voice now turning into a foul mutter full of rage, like living flesh laughing and crying at the same time. "HHHHUHUHHHH... HRRRRRGHGGGHH... NNNNRRRRRRAUUUK HHH-!!!"

Link war der beste Erzmagier auf dem gesamten Server. Er hatte gerade den stärksten Boss, den Herrn der Tiefe, Nozama, mit seiner Gruppe besiegt. Aber anstatt in die Stadt zurückzukehren, wurde er an einen geheimen Ort mit pixeliger CG transportiert. Es fühlte sich irgendwie wie ein Vakuum an, und darin erklang eine glorreiche und befehlende Stimme, die sich selbst als Gott des Lichts bezeichnet. "Link, wärst du bereit, der Retter zu sein, der die Welt von Firuman aus dem wirbelnden Abgrund herauszieht?" Was für eine große Mission! Wenn es in der realen Welt wäre, hätte Link sie sofort abgelehnt. Aber im Spiel war er darauf versessen, der Held zu sein. "Nur her damit!" antwortete Link selbstbewusst. "Dann viel Glück." Und so beginnt Links Reise voller Magie, Freundschaft, Verrat, Liebe und Verzweiflung in der sich ständig verändernden Welt von Firuman.

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.

One day, a strange hand suddenly appeared inside Chi Wan’s interdimensional space. Its owner claimed to be living in the apocalypse—starving, desperate—and begged to trade anything he had for food. Chi Wan stared at the pile of Imperial Green jade, oversized diamonds, and dozens of kilograms of gold bars he offered… and fell into deep thought. …Wasn’t this a little too profitable? From then on, her connection to the apocalypse only grew stronger. The mysterious man—who turned out to be a powerful figure—used his Wood Ability to help her revive rare orchids, cultivate endangered plants, and even harvest zombie crystal cores for the country. As for Chi Wan? She only had three responsibilities: feed him, feed him, and keep feeding him. Somehow, without realizing it, a group of extraordinary men began to gather around her: A genius research scientist. An aloof, abstinent CEO. A cold and ruthless Soldier King… In front of Chi Wan, they were gentle, attentive, and impeccably polite—each trying to outshine the others. Behind her back? They were one step away from tearing each other apart. Meanwhile, on the other side of the spatial link… The so-called King of the Apocalypse clenched his teeth in silence as he listened to these men compete for her attention. As for Chi Wan? “I’m busy getting rich and supporting my family,” she said calmly. “A battle royale of suitors? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Until one day— An absurdly handsome man appeared at the gates of her villa… carrying a sack filled with gold and jewels. “I’m here to marry into your family,” he declared. Chi Wan glanced at him, then at the newly connected wasteland world inside her space… …and once again fell into deep thought.

[Ding! The 'Randomly Spend' Tycoon System is at your service.] On her way to work, Yun Zijin was bound by a system named 'Randomly Spend'. [Spending Task Completed. A 2x rebate has been triggered. Ownership of Villa No. 1 at Xingyu Mansion. The related documents have been placed in the system backpack.] [Spending Task Completed. A 3x rebate has been triggered. Ownership of Dingsi Building. The related documents have been placed in the system backpack.] ... Yun Zijin was dazzled by the system's rewards, only to be told that her wealthy parents had found her? That she's the true daughter of the Xia Family of Dijing? Being bound to the Tycoon System was exciting for Yun Zijin, but she refused to be part of any cliché wealthy family drama. The Xia Family of Dijing? Yun Zijin: Get lost! Don't even think about associating with me!