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Twenty years after saving Kasukabe from darkness, Shinchan and his childhood friends live quiet adult lives—until an ancient evil returns. Lord Umbra and his twisted followers rise again, bringing chaos to the city and kidnapping Ai-chan, the woman Shinchan loves. Powerless but determined, Shinchan must reunite the Kasukabe Defense Team, rediscover their lost strength, and face their greatest battle yet. A story of love, friendship, and courage — where laughter meets destiny, and the boy who once made everyone laugh must now become the man who saves them all.

12 Episodes. One Man. One Scar. A Love Story That Gets You Wet. Tehila is tired. Of prayers that echo, Of bills that bite, Of being the “strong choir girl” while her heart bleeds behind hymns. Then He texts. No pickup line, No “send pics.” Just: “Good evening, Tehila, Heaven didn’t mute you.” He knows her dead dad’s journal, He quotes posts she deleted, He pays her ₦237,500 debt without asking her name twice, He sends voice notes that sound like home at 2am. His name? El. His DP? Black. His scar? Above his left eyebrow, like life tried him, and he kept the receipt. Every time Tehila tries to run, El is already there. In her kitchen, In her brother’s dream, In the rice Aunty Bisi “randomly” cooked during her garri weeks. He doesn’t ask for her body, He asks for her. He doesn’t leave when she blocks him, He waits. He doesn’t fear her scars, He touches his own and says, “I keep mine too.” But who IS El? A stalker with good intentions? A rich stranger with a savior complex? An Angel figure assigned to broken girls? Or the Man she’s been praying to without knowing His number? Each episode, Tehila gets a DM that undoes her. A voice note that heals her panic. A stranger who calls her childhood nickname. A defender in her comment section. A breakup that feels like surgery. And every time she asks, “Who are you?” He smiles and says: “I saw you long before you noticed Me.” 12 love stories. 12 debts paid. 12 times she almost ran. Until the 12th DM… when Tehila realizes every “El” she’s been falling for… was One. This isn’t a romance series. It’s an investigation. And the last DM will make you throw your phone, your bible, and your doubt on the floor. DMs FROM EL ROI...!!! He’s been typing. Have you been reading? Episode 1 drops soon. Stay seen...

Deja desperately wants to be the average teenager despite being born and living with a rare heart condition. It's been a year since she moved from France to attend high school in Ordinary Town, America leaving behind her true identity which she keeps as a secret from her friends. She has everything a girl her age could ask for. She dates Jeremiah Mckenzie, the school's star quarterback. She's popular and goes to all the best parties every weekend. But it's not enough. She still wants more. Will it all prove to be too much?

Friends to lovers now everything even fate is unknown...

the poison in love

A cynical, overworked salaryman dies in a freak accident—only to be reincarnated in the body of Shinnosuke Nohara, the infamous troublemaker from Crayon Shin-chan. But this time, things are different. Armed with his adult memories and a growing awareness that the world is more than a slapstick cartoon, he begins to unravel a reality-bending truth: this world is a simulation… and he’s not the only one reincarnated here. A dark, psychological, and existential twist on a beloved character, this story combines humor, mystery, and action as the reincarnated Shinchan tries to uncover why he was brought into this world—and how much control he truly has.

Make sure to check the auxiliary volume! Niimi Kousei is an avid high school student and passionate Vtuber who spends his time streaming and admiring idols, with his favorite group being "Lucky Star." However, his world turns upside down when he discovers that not just one, but three of his beloved idols are fellow students at his school. upon accidentally encountering each of them, he notices his own Vtuber persona on their phone wallpapers. Surely it’s not pure coincidence that they watch my stream… right?

From now on, this story will only be available for Royal Road. To view the story, remember to look for the same name on Royal Road. Quando a Luz Caiu O mundo não acabou no dia em que a luz cruzou o céu. Ele começou. Há duzentos e quarenta anos, uma massa azul-branca rasgou a atmosfera terrestre como um segundo sol em queda. Testemunhas relataram que o céu se abriu em silêncio antes do impacto — nenhum trovão, nenhum aviso, apenas um brilho intenso que transformou a noite em dia por breves segundos. O objeto tinha aproximadamente quarenta e cinco metros de diâmetro. Quando tocou o solo, não foi apenas a terra que tremeu. Algo invisível se espalhou pelo planeta. Nos anos seguintes, crianças começaram a nascer diferentes. Algumas dobravam metal com as mãos. Outras alteravam a gravidade ao redor do próprio corpo. Houve quem incendiasse o ar sem fósforo, quem manipulasse eletricidade como extensão dos dedos, quem tocasse conceitos que ninguém sabia explicar. E então veio o medo. Uma década depois do Evento da Luz, o mundo entrou em guerra. Não uma, mas nove. Conflitos globais sucessivos, cada um mais devastador que o anterior. Países foram apagados do mapa. O clima mudou. Oceanos avançaram. Ecossistemas colapsaram. A humanidade descobriu que o verdadeiro impacto do meteoro não foi o choque contra o solo — foi o despertar do poder. O Elemento Os cientistas o chamaram de Quenz. Um elemento desconhecido, presente nas células dos indivíduos alterados. Ele alimentava as habilidades extraordinárias, funcionando como uma fonte biológica de energia. Sem ele, os poderes não existiam. Mas havia um problema. O Quenz era letal para humanos comuns. Exposição direta resultava em envenenamento ou morte por radiação celular. Hospitais precisaram ser separados. Protocolos foram criados. A sociedade se dividiu lentamente entre aqueles que possuíam Quenz no sangue e aqueles que não possuíam. Hoje, cerca de vinte por cento da humanidade manifesta algum tipo de habilidade. Entre os demais seres vivos, o número chega a quarenta por cento. Poder tornou-se algo comum. E, ao mesmo tempo, perigoso demais. A Organização Centenas de milhões morreram nas Guerras Mundiais que se seguiram ao Evento. Ao final da primeira década de destruição, vinte e nove países assinaram um acordo histórico. Nascia a SHIPSH. Uma organização internacional independente, criada para regular, monitorar e, se necessário, conter indivíduos superpoderosos. Seu objetivo declarado era simples: impedir que o mundo se autodestruísse novamente. Ela deveria ser neutra. Livre de influência política. Acima das nações. Mas o poder raramente é neutro. Oito grandes potências — as mais ricas, armadas e influentes — assumiram o controle indireto da estrutura da organização. Embora a SHIPSH se declare independente, suas decisões frequentemente refletem interesses estratégicos. Ainda assim, ela é a única barreira entre ordem e colapso. A SHIPSH classifica indivíduos de acordo com o nível de ameaça: de Classe C até Classe Alfa. Alguns poucos, considerados acima de Alfa, não devem ser capturados — devem ser eliminados. Porque há poderes que não podem ser contidos. Os Tipos Com o tempo, os super seres foram divididos em nove grandes grupos. Há os Mega Seres, fisicamente superiores à própria natureza. Os Meta-Físicos, que manipulam gravidade, eletricidade e até dimensões. Os Conceituais, capazes de tocar ideias invisíveis como sonhos, sensações ou habilidades. Os Especialistas, quase invencíveis em condições específicas. Os Transportadores, imprevisíveis e mutáveis. Os Fora de Lista, anomalias ainda não compreendidas. E, por fim, os raríssimos de Classificação Especial — um em cada bilhão — capazes de alterar a própria estrutura da vida ou da existência. Nem todos sobrevivem aos próprios dons. Alguns poderes consomem energia. Outros consomem vida. A taxa de mortalidade entre os manifestantes sem tratamento adequado ultrapassa sessenta por cento. O poder é uma dádiva. E uma sentenç

See life with wonder. Here are the times and moments in which I fell in love with life.

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?"