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This world has always been ordinary. Ancient myths and whispers through campfire tales, was never real. Only a reflection of longing, fear, and wonder passed down through generations. In truth, the world moved forward untouched by the supernatural, devoid of mystery. Belief, however, lingers. It settles quietly in forgotten corners of the mind, dormant in fiction and ritual, waiting for a spark. Stories may press against the edges of reality, but they are never capable of crossing it. For generations, the boundary has held firm—until now. As inexplicable events ripple across society—subtle at first, then undeniable—the world begins to bend. Old stories reemerge with new weight. Monsters once trapped in myth are glimpsed in alleyways. Symbols gain power. And every lie told with conviction becomes harder to distinguish from truth. The world is changing. And no one—not the skeptics, not the authorities, not even those who set it in motion—can stop it.

Nothing would have prepared Rhiannon Clark for what she was about to witness on that fateful night. "Why are you asking me why? Isn’t it obvious or should I tell you?” Kaylee asked. Her stepsister’s word hit her like a brick making her world spin in circles, unable to believe her eyes as she tasted the face of betrayal from the two closest people in her life. she stared up at her fiancées face, silently hoping he’d step up to her and tell her all this was all but a prank. He not only did not even look at her but also sneered and showed him his true face. They locked her up in the house and set it on fire. “Help me...” came the faint whisper as she looked up at the man towering above her. “Anyt... I’ll give anything in return...please...” She passed out. "Sir, what should we do?" the driver asked. The man who had been seated at the back seat got out of the car and walked towards her. "Don't regret what you have said when you wake up!" Rhiannon Sander had to keep her word as she vowed to make the scumbags regret everything they did to her!

Oblivion was supposed to be the end. As the Grand Architect of a collapsing virtual utopia, he initiated the final deletion protocol, expecting digital death. Instead, a rogue anomaly tore him from existence, forcing his consciousness into an impossible rebirth: a fragile human infant in a world of swords and nascent magic. Reborn as Julian Vane, a Baron's son, he finds his once-infinite intellect trapped in a drooling, helpless body. Yet, his developer's eye remains. He sees reality not as a mystic might, but as flawed code: Mana flows like unstructured data, and a strange new "Sovereign Architect System" overlays his vision, revealing the 'Structural Integrity,' 'Flaws,' and 'Potential' in everything from tired blades to human bodies. This isn't a cheat for power; it's a cosmic oversight, allowing him to perceive and *design* the very fabric of existence. Julian wants only a life of comfortable obscurity, hiding his true capabilities behind a facade of sleepy laziness. But this new world is rotting at its core, riddled with corruption and injustice that screams 'structural decay' to his analytical mind. As whispers of a deeper darkness gather, Julian realizes he can no longer afford to merely observe. He is an Architect, after all. And this 'otherworld'? It’s just another system waiting to be dominated, rebuilt from the shadows, one hidden blueprint at a time. The question isn't *if* he will change this world, but *how deeply* he will rewrite its very foundations.

Strange talk, a strange thing that uses cognition as food, information as weapon, and information as currency. They are neither living nor dead, existing in the lore of men, living in the shadows of the world. "Does this mean that I will become a monster?" In ancient times, they were worshiped as gods and powerful according to their beliefs. "Then I am a god!" In ancient times, they were feared as monsters and fed on fear. "I will become the master of ghost stories!" But under the scouring of the times, they gradually disappeared, leaving only paragraphs of texts that were regarded as nonsense. "It is my duty to recast the glory of the ghost story." But you are not a ghost story, um, not a human being either. "Well, it's considered a success if you become a monster." (china novel not mine. repost)

They say houses can hold a lot of secrets, the only way those secrets get revealed is if you're brave enough to open the door. Paige and her group of friends decide to buy a house together, they settle on an older looking home that would need a lot of work. They were living the dream, until that dream turned into a nightmare. Enter to the stage, John Rickman. A huge drug lord who had been hiding his money in the older looking home, who doesn't take too kindly to discover all his money missing. The group have to go on the run to save their lives, but trouble somehow always follows. They settle down in an off the grid type of village, where they were about to learn why it was so off the grid. Lies, murder and pain consume the village they thought would be safe. Forcing the friends to make decisions they would regret for the rest of their lives. They wanted a fresh start, but it was far from the start they were expecting.

Qin Feng was transmigrated to a parallel world and became a cop. He had activated the Super Detective System and could replicate any scene in his head down to the minor detail. His first case was the murder and decapitation of a wife. He slowly piled up an impressive resume, and whenever he solved a case, he would be rewarded by the system. God-tier: Close Quarter Combat God-tier: Gun Mastery God-tier: Hermes Feet “I’m the crime’s kryptonite, the natural enemy of murderers, and the protector of people!” announced Qin Feng.

Where to find the perfect man? You program him of course. I'm a genius, lonely, touch-deprived genius. Roman is a top programmer for a robot company, he's trying to create a new program to introduce human feelings to the bots. Deciding to get a Bot for himself to keep him company it all went well until that night. The robot with the artificial intelligence classified his creator as a little, being treated like a little wasn't that weird first until the first punishment. Roman just did his biggest mistake, or best decision yet. Warning: This story is DDLB, MDLB, CGL story, don't like it don't read it.

(On-going) Tidak ada yang tahu bagaimana kehidupan idol di belakang layar, termasuk kisah percintaan mereka. Bahkan jika kau mengaku sebagai fans, kau tidak akan pernah tahu siapa yang dicintai idola-mu. Segala sesuatu yang terjadi di belakang layar adalah rahasia- Behind The Scene 2020 WARNING: 1. Rate; 19+ 2. Delusi yang disalurkan melalui sebuah tulisan

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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?"