hfil raditz

Burned once. Hunted once. Never again. In her past life, she was a witch—hunted, betrayed, and burned at the stake. But fate has given her a second chance. This time, she won’t run. This time, she won’t beg. This time, she will make them pay.

Ukris—the God of Creation, sovereign of all that exists—was not slain by blade nor curse, but by his own supremacy. The weight of countless worlds eroded even his divinity, and as illness consumed him, his twelve children saw their chance. A holy war erupted. Brother against sister. Child against father’s will. Entire timelines shattered. Worlds collapsed and reformed again and again, leaving behind fragments of broken realities. From these scars, dimensional cracks tore open across forgotten worlds—birthing the monsters humanity would come to know as dungeons. Ukris was struck down. His guardians ended the war, wiping out his children. Only one escaped—Chronos, the betrayer. Yet even as his body crumbled, Ukris cast his soul and mind into the stream of eternity, searching… desperate for an heir who could inherit his will. His countless reversals of time destroyed multiverses, dimensions, and lives. He found a worthy one once—but failed to bring him back. Just when all seemed lost, he discovered another. A perfect soul. A boy identical to the one he had lost. A boy who had already given up on love… and on himself. His name was— Snow Quincy.

Many people wish they can travel back in time. Brandon Chan did, and realised that it's not all fun and games.

Kael Emberborn was just a boy from the quiet village of Ashfall—until fire awakened inside him, and shadows destroyed everything he knew. Guided by the enigmatic mage Liora and the mischievous fire fox Pyra, Kael must learn to control the ember within him, harness ancient magic, and face creatures born from darkness itself. From treacherous forests to the mysterious Ember Sanctum, Kael’s journey is filled with magical trials, strategic battles, and secrets that could change the fate of the world. Each spark of fire tests his courage, each shadow challenges his resolve, and every choice brings him closer to becoming a true Emberborn. But the darkness is patient, and it watches. The Primordial Shadow waits for the day Kael’s flame will either rise… or be extinguished. Will a boy with fire in his heart be enough to save a world on the brink of shadow? Or will the ember die before it even ignites?

Cedric awakens in the frostbitten realm of Eldermarch—now its fourth prince. But this is no fairy tale. Real witches? Hybrid Abyssal Beasts? Demonic Incursions? Gates of the Abyss? To survive the coming storm, he'll need more than royal blood. With a fiery witch as his unlikely ally and innovations that defy medieval dogma, Cedric must rally Borderwatch against horrors that melt steel… and outmaneuver a crown that feeds its heirs to the darkness."

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.

Three years of devotion. Three years of loving Julian with everything she had. Only to be framed for a divorce and personally sent to prison by him. "I didn't kill her," Evelyn begged. "I didn't kill the woman you love." "I don't believe you." Facing a death sentence with no one to turn to, Evelyn made the most desperate choice of her life — she threw herself at the one person Julian would never forgive. His younger brother. "Get me pregnant. Please. It's the only way I survive." Because pregnant women are not subject to the death penalty. By the time the truth surfaced and Julian realized the woman he destroyed was innocent, it was already too late. He dropped to his knees. "Eve, I was wrong. Give me one more chance." A hand caught his wrist before he could touch her. "She's already my wife, brother."

Olivia transmigrated from the apocalypse to the modern era. Not only that, her dimension and superpower came along with her. She felt that the good days were about to begin. But before she could be happy for even three days, the internet was flooded with posts slandering her. Advertisers and directors want to terminate her contracts, and her company wants to blacklist her? How could this be? She wanted to use the money to enjoy modern life to the fullest. Without money, how could she enjoy anything? So, who's slandering her online? I'll find you and dig up all your dirty secrets. Who wants to terminate her contract? Terminate it immediately. After termination, she'll go on to endorse international luxury brands instead. Terminating the script contract? Good, that's great! If the contract isn't terminated, how can she film the blockbuster drama of the year and win awards with it? Modern life is so wonderful, eating and drinking every day. There's just one tiny problem. Why are there suddenly two babies growing in her belly? And who is this ridiculously handsome man who appeared out of nowhere, claiming to be their father?

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

Feng Qing, a top surgeon from the 21st century, wakes up in a body no one wants — married off to Rong Ling, the most powerful Regent in Dayan, a man who makes it abundantly clear: "Do you think you're worthy of marrying this king? Foolish." While he keeps his distance, she keeps herself busy, saving lives with medical knowledge centuries ahead of its time, collecting debts from those who wronged the original body's owner, and planning her exit strategy. Later, he became the New Emperor— "Qing Qing, from now on, you are my Empress." "Not interested."