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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'

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!"

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?"