telling faith stories

Yun Ran, the successor of Qingfeng View, accidentally got transmigrated into a book due to a blunder. Even more speechlessly, she ended up as a character destined to die early. As the heiress of a wealthy family, not only was her luck and destiny stolen, despised by the heavens, but she was also backstabbed by her own mother, who is the female protagonist, becoming a stepping stone for the male and female leads' happily ever after - absolutely used as a tool. Faced with a disastrous start: No panic, she could simply revert to her old job, setting up a stall for fortune-telling - first three fortunes free, don't miss out as you pass by~ Facing injustice and evil: Little ones, take this, descend heavenly thunder! Open the gates of hell! No petty person shall overpower me, all retreat!!! Facing random strikes of heavenly thunder: Hehe, can’t touch me; ancestors, someone is bullying me, come save me~~~ Merely running a fortune-telling stall, casually saving people, occasionally undertaking tasks for some hard-earned money, she caused evil cultivators to flee, broke her peers’ defenses, and made wealthy families wary. Everyone heard that Yun Ran had a backing, the Xie family's notorious young master who 'kills people and is short-lived'. Some resentful and envious people kept waiting and waiting, not only did they fail to see Yun Ran meet her demise, nor the young master Xie pass away, but they witnessed Yun Ran amassing boundless merits, firmly sitting on the throne as the number one person in the mystic sect. And that Mr. Xie, unknowingly picked up the habit of making fortune bursts, remarkably living a long life through sheer spending.

Lu Heng traversed to a parallel world and acquired the Celestial Destiny System, launching online live streams. A certain platform's outdoor streamer: "Could you help name my unborn child?" "My friend, you're wearing a green hat. The child has another father!" "Master, I have a goddess with whom I've had an online relationship for three years. How is this romance going to turn out?" "Your goddess is actually the old woman next door!"

Transmigrating into a parallel world, a Mystic Technique Master becomes Su Nian—the young lady of a prestigious family. Su Nian has a small goal, which is to earn one hundred million through live streaming! A love-brained young lady says, “My boyfriend loves me so much. He won’t even let me lift a finger!” Su Nian smiles sweetly. “Sweetie, I suggest you check your storage room. Your dear boyfriend is hiding a human head in there~” The eldest daughter who has been mistreated for years at home cries, “Ever since we were kids, my parents have always favored my younger sister. Now they even want me to marry the cripple from the neighboring village. We’re both their daughters—why is the difference so huge?!” Su Nian tilts her head. “Sweetie, I suggest you get a DNA test.” A cheating scumbag who’s juggling two relationships panics, “My wife and my girlfriend disappeared overnight. I suspect my wife killed my girlfriend!” Su Nian reassures him calmly. “Sweetie, don’t worry. They just went abroad together for a sweet vacation.” One day, while Su Nian is happily live streaming, a notification suddenly pops up in her room: [International CEO requests to connect] Su Nian looks at the screen and says sincerely, “Sweetie, you’re about to become completely broke—without a single penny to your name.” The live stream explodes! “Is this the legendary man whose wealth rivals a nation?” “Richest Man, run! This woman’s mouth is blessed!” “Richest Man, feel free to go bankrupt. We’ll definitely miss you…”

Wang Yue crossed over to a parallel world and was forcibly bound by the system to inherit a fortune-telling shop. "This damn system has been stuck at 99.99% for two years. Do I really have to give up?"

The live show, Survive in Wilderness was a hit. There were thousands of participants in the game show. They would all start by parachuting from a plane and land randomly in a primary forest. The participants would have to rely only on a backpack, a water bottle, and a dagger to survive. Yu Beier was only eight years old when he joined the game show so that he could buy the cure for his ill mother with the prize money. He was the youngest to have ever participated, and he had accidentally woken up a wilderness survival system. [Ding! You have received the Wilderness Survival 101 Pack!] [Ding! You have received Max-leveled Hunting Skill!] [Ding! You have received Max-leveled Building Skill!] [Ding! You have received Max-leveled Swing Skill!] … When the show started, the viewers were utterly shocked. From climbing the tallest mountain to crossing the ocean, conquering the forest and swamp, and managing an island, there was nothing that Yu Beier could not do. “Dude! That eight-year-old boy is living a much more interesting life than us!” “Yu Beier is the apex among men!” "Whenever I see his stream, it feels like I've just lived an extra life!"

A saga of gods, mortals, and the war against the End. When the old gods fade and new ones fracture, darkness finds its chance. Across forgotten villages and cursed lands, fractured faiths awaken—Slavic deities, Gods, angels, saints, witches, monks and hunters—each clinging to crumbling power as the Devil moves unseen. From broken forests to holy empires, scattered souls rise to resist the coming storm. Bound by fate, divided by belief, they must decide what to protect: their gods, their people… or something greater. Because in the end, when heaven falls and hell awakens— Only the last faith will stand.

After the State Preceptor was struck by lightning for her careless words, she transmigrated to the world two thousand years later. Penniless, the State Preceptor begins telling fortunes to earn money: Netizen: "I've been having constant bad luck lately, what's going on?" Shen Zhiyao: "Your son is using a Curse Technique on you." Netizen: "Why are my clothes missing every morning when I wake up?" Shen Zhiyao: "Your dad is streaking in the underworld! And you still expect to wear clothes?" Netizen: "What's the deal with my roommate who sits at the head of my bed every morning as soon as she wakes up?" Shen Zhiyao: "Because she's always dreaming of her lover! She's in heat!" Child of Destiny: "Streamer, I just went to climb a mountain and ended up with crippled legs, what should I do?" Shen Zhiyao: "It's because you were so vile as to piss on someone's grave." Afterwards, Shen Zhiyao stormed into the entertainment industry with her fortune-telling. Those who had once framed her now knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, begging Shen Zhiyao: "Grand Ancestress, I'm begging you, please tell my fortune!" "Hmm... It depends on my mood!"

In a world where the bond between humans and Pokémon shapes destiny itself, a young and inexperienced trainer begins a journey that will change everything. Born in a quiet village in a mysterious new region, he dreams of becoming a great trainer—not for glory, but to discover his true purpose. But from the moment he receives his first Pokémon, strange events begin to unfold. A hidden force known only in whispers… a power that responds not to strength, but to faith. As he travels across dangerous routes, challenges powerful Gym Leaders, and faces crushing defeats, a dark organization known as Team Umber rises from the shadows. Their goal: capture an ancient Legendary Pokémon and control the mysterious phenomenon that could reshape reality itself. But the deeper the boy journeys, the more he realizes the truth— This journey was never just about becoming a Champion. It was about fate. It was about faith. And the power that awakens when both become one. His choices will decide the future. His bond will decide the outcome. And his legend… is only beginning.

"Sarah Lipman is an 18-year-old girl who grows up in fear and has been abused by her father for a long time. Sarah has little hope for changing her future, and she loses her last grain of hope when her father sells her in a human trafficking auction. Terrified, hopeless, and betrayed, Sarah gets sold to an infamous CEO. The hot and sophisticated Damon Tenner. -You are my belle, do you hear me?- Damon develops a newfound interest in Sarah in his possession, but he is still her captor. And the question remains: Is there any way out?"

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.