popee the performer

What am I? I'm a good guy, a bad guy, a normal guy, a weird guy. But still... What am I?

Five years into the marriage, my wife suddenly died of asthma, leaving me and my son desolate. My friends lamented that I became a widower at such a young age, and my parents urged me to find someone else to marry with my son. However, I firmly disagreed and insisted on mourning for my wife. But on the third anniversary of my wife's death, I accidentally overheard my father-in-law angrily questioning my sister-in-law: “Clearly, it was your sister who had asthma, and it was your sister who died. Yet, you pretended to be dead, deceiving your husband and son just to take care of your brother-in-law. Was it worth it?” “For three years, Xiao Lin mourned for you, raising Lele on his own. You gave your niece a home, but have you ever thought that from the day you faked your death, Lele lost her mother as well?” At that moment, my blood ran cold, and I finally understood that it wasn't my wife Ding Wanjun who died three years ago, but her twin sister Ding Wanning. And my three years of mourning were nothing but a joke. That night, I dialed my family's phone: “Dad, Mom, I agree to remarry!"

Tito Gustov is a shy, introverted 13-year-old boy from Luleå, Sweden, with an impossible dream—to become one of the greatest footballers in the world like his idols Cristiano Ronaldo and Messi. But dreams aren’t enough. Despite practicing alone every evening, Tito’s anxiety and lack of confidence hold him back from performing on the real stage. When fate gives him a sudden chance to substitute in his school’s big match, Tito sees it as his breakthrough. But the reality is harsh—he flops spectacularly. Mocked by teammates, berated by his coach, and laughed at by the crowd, Tito runs home in tears, locking himself away in shame and self-blame. On that darkest night, as despair clouds his heart, he prays—not to win, but to understand how to keep going. And something answers. A glowing blue screen appears: The Performer System—a mysterious interface that promises to help him become the greatest performer the world has ever seen. With tools, gifts, and challenges designed to shape raw passion into greatness, Tito begins his second chance. But stardom comes at a price. Can a boy who failed in front of the world rise again when given the means to become more than human?

you are poop. you love poop. poop loves you. be poop.

In 2050 (45 years ago) an island was discovered by a group of whale watchers and they were able to make it an official country. They called it, Raka. It was split into 4 regions, each assigned a group of people, from a specific place, with a specific look. The first was called the Maru, where I live. The people here are all pale, with blonde hair, and blue eyes. The second was called the Underlye. People here have tan skin, and dark hair, with green eyes. The third was called the Shallows. People here have red hair, freckled skin, and brown eyes. The fourth, and final region, the Waahanga. The people here are very similar to the people from the Maru. The only thing different is their lifestyle. The people from the Maru are from an old country formerly called Germany. But the people from the Waahanga are from a place called Sweden. I've never been able to tell us apart, but who knows, maybe I'm just young.

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Adrian Vale has everything-money, power, control. Except a heart. Elena Ward had nothing-no wealth, no influence. Except empathy. When a mysterious cosmic force brands them as living Antithesis, their worlds collide. New York's cold heir and London's forgotten dreamer are bound by a power that grows stronger the more they clash. But balance demands sacrifice. As an unseen enemy threatens to tear reality itself, Arian and Elena must learn to fight together-or devour each other.

"She said she's fine, But she's totally dying inside, The reality has crossed the line, When it took all hers and innocently hide." ******************************************************* 'U shud kill ur uncle' The text message sat silently on my phone's notification,unread.I did not even bothered to read it.I was getting used receiving that kind of messages as it was a norm to me.I did not know why and who was it from.Let me start with my life.Well,no one's life is perfect no matter how rich you are nor no matter how beautiful you are.And mine is like sides of coin.No matter which side it landed,it is still the same coin.There will be times I woke up to my family members going to jail and there will be times I woke up next to Harry Styles.Roughly meant,my life can start with total shit or I decided to stay dreaming.Little summary,my life,my family,my social life and my goals are all fucked up.My sleep schedule?You know the answer. 'Like,NOW' That text message from who the hell knows kept messaging me weird and random shit everyday.It all started when me and my crackhead friends tried something that we should have not touched.Awoken the sinister spirit?Bothered a dragon asleep?Hacked into the government's secret files?No.But who the choosen victim that has been unlucky all their life since in the womb?Fucking me!That thing,whatever creature it was chose me.Started then,I was flooded with stupid messages.I wouldn't call it stupid as reality seemed to be run under 'it's hands.It will start with instructions.And after that,name would be sent.Then,family history.If no action taken,watch whatever name that appeared lost their life in a split seconds in front of your own two eyes.Even though,I avoided people to reduce the chances of my acquaintances dying,I realised,'it' hated pattern.My life became a game for reality to play.With only the matter of time as my steps to the flames of death became closer,I got a text message. 'wanna go to hell together'

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.