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Having traveled to America in the year 1862, this was the beginning of a dream, the finest of times. What constitutes a true master of success? Having some notable descendants hardly counts for anything. To build an Oil Empire alongside Rockefeller To place Carnegie on the throne of the steel magnate To help Ford propel the industrialization of automobiles worldwide To lead Edison to monopolize the future of the electrical industry To be an Angel Investor for Morgan's capital Hear this, applause!

[Undead Synthesis | Entry Fusion | Ruthless | Witch Transformation | Slight Yuri Undertone] This world is insane. Gods who’ve lost themselves. Witches who’ve stolen divinity. A Church that publicly worships gods — yet secretly covets their power. Nobles who appear honorable — yet devour people whole behind closed doors. If one were to summarize the entire continent’s history in a single phrase, it would be: “The weak are prey, and profit rules all.” Earthling Hemu reincarnated into such a rotten world — as a minor lord despised by all nobles. Assassinations, ambushes, poisonings, false accusations, rebellions — there’s no “most devious,” only “more devious.” Fortunately, the Transmigrator Administration Bureau hadn’t forgotten to hand out cheats: the ability to plunder others’ entries, fuse entries into stronger ones, and raise an invincible army of the undead. Since the ruling class refused to play fair, she decided to flip the entire board instead. “Assassinate me? Fine — I’ll slaughter your whole family.” “Frame me? Then don’t blame me for framing you back.” “Rebel against me? Too bad — I already control your soldiers.” Manipulating souls, rewriting minds, constructing a Soul Network and building an Underworld in another realm, using alchemy to forge titanic giants, modifying bloodlines to create the ultimate race — and when technology wasn’t enough, she’d simply fuse entries to break all limits. Step by step, she ascended the path to godhood. Yet, who could have foreseen — that the world’s calamity, the ruler of death, the “Little Western Lord” of Heim, the eternally youthful Loli Reaper, the legendary Death Witch, Hel Heim — would one day come to regret most of all the moment she placed upon herself that damned [Witch] entry.

Abidemi had always felt like an outsider the moment her mother died. Sure, she had a best friend and little brother but it never erased the feeling that she didn't belong to the Kingdom Of Valtis. So she decided to leave Valtis for Elov. What awaits her?

"One wild night, one mystery man, and one very legally binding marriage certificate later..." Jasmine Heart did not sign up for this. Okay, maybe she did—technically. But in her defense, she was drunk! Now, she’s stuck being Mrs. Frost. Her new husband? Aiden Stark Frost. Billionaire. CEO. Certified menace in a three-piece suit. And he has a plan: one year of marriage or one heir—then he’ll let her go. But Jasmine has her own plan too: Make Aiden’s life a living hell until he begs for a divorce. - Rearranging his million-dollar mansion? Done. - Making his life hell by flirting with his business rivals? Check. - Playing the perfect doting wife… but only in public while pretending to be the worst wife imaginable? Absolutely. - Definitely not falling for his infuriatingly smug face? Working on it. But Aiden? He’s enjoying the challenge. And worse? There’s something in his dark, knowing gaze that sends shivers down her spine. Something dangerous. Something that whispers… she might not be entirely human either. Let the games begin!

She love but got betrayed... She love but got cheated... Her heart is whole yet heartbroken... She promise that she will gave her grandfather a life full of happiness. She promise that she will make those who left them regret! It was not revenge that urge her to live. It was happiness! Revenge? Nah. I'll kill them with success! Will Min Ju still say the same if her enemies make their move? You knew that isn't the case. Her choices will change for good or for worst... Whatever her choices may be. Qing Wu Yao will stay by her side and her family will support her behind her back. Achieving success wasn't an easy task. There are some outside force that was trying to bring her down. The jealousy of a woman. The anger of a powerful man who hold a card that might bring Min Ju to ruin. Things that was lost will came back. And things that was already there will be lost. Many things happenened that change her strategy. She planned not to raise her hand but she was force to by her enemies. At last, Min Ju never thought that she'll pull the trigger to end everything. [Disclaimer: The cover is not mine. Credits to the wonderful owner] - - - Sneek Peek: "Are you in love with me?" "What if I say yes? Would you let me enter your life?" "Prove me that you're worthy." #2 "What do you think about my granddaughter?" "She was very talented. But what I like the most about her is her smile. Everytime I look at her, I fall in love at every sight."

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...You turn and see a man like no other, his black hair falls perfectly in place and his piercing blue eyes meet yours. Every muscle in his body sings in perfect harmony as he moves. ...He gives you a cocky smile and slowly removes his shirt. You knew that the man before you was well built but this is a ridiculously, breath-stealing, indefinable masterpiece sitting in front of you. You're trying to regain some sort of respectability around him but you can't control the flush shifting inside the very foundation of your being. You swallow visibly. He sees your blush shining like a beacon for all to see. His cocky smile returns on his face and he knows what he's doing to you... ....You open the door and the smell of the ocean fills your senses. You feel the wind through your hair and the unmistakable stickiness that comes with the sea air. You walk on the deck to the side of the ship. The moonlight is playing on the dark ocean in front of you. It's a warm summer night. You hear the waves crashing against the ship. You take a deep breath of the fresh ocean air. You stare at the ocean and an unfamiliar calmness comes over you. You feel for the first time that you have to be here, that this is where you belong. You've always wondered if you made the right choice and this feeling right here confirms what you've been thinking all this time. This is your home now....

Lin An woke up and found himself in an Eastern Fantasy world. In this world, power was everything. The powerhouses could easily control it all. Those who were capable enough could claim everything, be it money, women, or power. A voice sounded in the mind of Lin An, who was still puzzled over his reincarnation to the Eastern Fantasy World. [Congratulations, host! You have activated the Success Rate System. Whatever you do, you will be able to see your success rate!] Since then, Lin An was able to check his success rate every time before he did something! “The chances of you successfully refining your body with this body refining technique are 90%.” “The chances of you obtaining treasures when you open this treasure box are 100%.” “The chances of you surviving in this cave are 0%.” “The chances of you being favored by the sacred maiden and having a relationship with her are 100%.”

Wyxro Waxzi was not born ordinary. Though his memories of another life are lost, a lingering truth remains-he has lived before. Guided by instincts beyond his years and a haunting sense of familiarity in a world both strange and known, he must carve a path forward and discover who he is meant to become. This is a story of rebirth, unfamiliar familiarity, and a soul's quiet determination to live without regret.

To love is to give yourself away to place your heart in trembling hands. To lose is to hear the hollow echo of what once filled you, a silence heavier than sound. To heal is to learn that broken things do not lose their light, but often shine brighter than before. Healing is not forgetting, nor is it pretending the wound was never there. It is choosing, again and again to breathe, even when every breath burns. And though the world may not understand the weight you carry, still, you remain. Still, you are enough. Still, you are alive.