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It is the year 2027, and mankind's greatest RPG game 'Sekai' was released with over half the world's population on the market trying to buy it. Stocks run dry, and Kamisato Daiki a worker in the company gets one of the first-hand copies by stealing it. During a game night, Daiki falls ill and rests in his bed. The computer was still open all this time having the game online. The next morning, neighbours rush into Daiki's apartment. The door was wide open, a robbery perhaps the neighbours thought. All they could see was Daiki's dead body. The scene was investigated and the computer was taken into custody. Little did they know, Daiki's soul was now stuck in the game world of 'Sekai'.

It is the year 2027, and mankind's greatest RPG game 'Sekai' was released with over half the world's population on the market trying to buy it. Stocks run dry, and Kamisato Daiki a worker in the company gets one of the first-hand copies by stealing it. During a game night, Daiki falls ill and rests in his bed. The computer was still open all this time having the game online. The next morning, neighbours rush into Daiki's apartment. The door was wide open, a robbery perhaps the neighbours thought. All they could see was Daiki's dead body. The scene was investigated and the computer was taken into custody. Little did they know, Daiki's soul was now stuck in the game world of 'Sekai'.

The Kono Penitentiary Orb was created long ago by the Sentinels, The Kono Clan, to trap an evil spirit know as Kaguya. As time passes, The Kono clan had continuously resealed the orb. The last descendant of the Kono family, the father of Akio ran away from the responsibility as so to stop this burden from continuing and to keep his son away from danger. With the seal weakened, the new Generation Sentinels have to find Akio and try to reseal the orb before it brings the age of extinction. Hidden deep in the midst, will they succeed in finding it? or will there be the age of extinction?

A girl named Iyumi Cojo one day is walking on the side walk when all of a sudden she gets robbed by a powerful man but little did he know she wasnt a ordinary girl...

Follow Reece, a random Brit who, after finding himself in another world as a kid named Elias. The boy, a bastard son of some random noble, fights for his very survival, mourns those he’s lost in coming here, makes a new family, pets some cat girls, valiantly stands against the forces of both good and evil, discovers the secrets of magic, fights god and all that other pish-posh while actually just searching for a nice cup of tea. How will a modern person cope living in a world actually like the 8th century...but with fucking dragons? Well, Mostly by taking the mickey out of everything, keeping a stiff upper lip and stabbing. Lots of stabbing. Now cue the Overly Descriptive Death Scene. (I don’t exactly know what the hell this is going to be, mostly just a creative outlet for a lot of pent-up frustration about D&D, fantasy shit, isekai, and life in general, as well as a way to show off how smart I am. Give it a chance; if you like it, stick along for the ride. If not, get bent.) Three Chapters Weekly. Cover by - KeiraNightFox

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?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.