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WARNING: 18+ Smut, morally grey characters and mental health themes. Benji Forster was just a gay man in Chicago nursing heartbreak from his cheating ex and binge-reading BL to cope—including one Guideverse manhwa he absolutely hated. Then he died after a heated robbery. Instead of heaven, hell, or peaceful nonexistence, Benji wakes up in a different universe—inside the body of Ambrose Hale, the very Guideverse protagonist he couldn’t stand. As if that isn’t bad enough, he’s saddled with a sharp-tongued system called Aura, whose idea of “help” involves dragging him every chance it gets. Benji thinks he can survive transmigration. Until a young boy appears at his door. Claiming to be his son from an alternate timeline. Now reborn as Ambrose, Benji must juggle raising a child he never planned for, hiding world-breaking secrets, and completing his system’s ultimate mission: Seduce the Guideverse! One dangerously hot Esper at a time. And failure? Yeah, that's a no no.

Like the Original? Try This one! It's an Alternative Universe Story-line with similar aspects, your favorite characters reimagined but different choices. Summary: Life for Hadrian has been utter hell the last few years. Ever since he had awakened as a guide, he started actively guiding espers. Ever since he was ranked as an S-class Guide, any Esper he guides has gone berserk and attacked him. Today for the first time in months he has finally been assigned to a group of S-class espers. Will history repeat itself? or will he finally be able to give guidance without risk of being attacked? Oh and don't forget the fact that he has to hide these blue screens, from something called the Nora System, that he can control as well as these other abilities he has? And let's not forget how he secretly had an S-class rank Esper ability too.....

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Chu Hexi was only a hunter’s son from Qingshi Town. He had no remarkable spiritual root, no noble bloodline, and no reason to believe the path of immortality would ever open for him. His world was the Qingrang Mountains, his father’s silence, and the hunting knife at his waist. Until the day he fell into a forgotten fissure and touched a broken black stele. From that moment on, he began to sense spiritual energy. Strange dreams came to him in fragments. Ancient words no one could read burned into his fate, and even the Heavenly Dao could no longer calculate his destiny. But the stele was not a blessing without a price. Beyond the floating continents lies the Voidsea. Deep within it sleeps Guixu, the place where all things return. Sects, imperial courts, ancient bloodlines, and hidden powers all move around a secret older than history itself. As Chu Hexi steps into the Taixu Sect and begins his cultivation, he discovers that his rise is not merely a struggle against stronger enemies. It is the first ripple of a causal chain that stretches across past, present, and future. All things return to the Voidsea. But where does Guixu return? To him.

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"I love you, okay?" ... her voice broke as she stared up at Nur's face. His eyes widened, chest tightening as he stared back at her, at the magnitude of her words. Tears clung to Ayse's lashes, his wife who he supposedly contract married. From the very first day they locked eyes, he loved her but not even for a second, he would have thought she would fall for him. This was Deniz Nur Hakan--The sole heir to the multibillion-dollar company, he who built empires with his bare hands. He had ice in his veins and ruled with an iron fist. Men trembled under his gaze; women drove to him.  A man whose ears were deaf to the pleadings of many. Some called him a bastard, and for some he was just their "son"  His father, Emre Yousef Hakan--A tyrant man. He handed Nur the keys to the Hakan's estate. Well pleased and trusted that his son will continue his tyrannical reign. After the funeral ceremony, his mother had come to him.  Conversing to him on estate matters and the "future" "How his job wasn't only proceeding his father's company but to also produce an heir" Nur stared at his mother's unreadable face; he shook his head and sternly rejected even a thought on such matters.  Though months passed. One faithful night, he received the news.  "Mr. Hakan, your mother has passed away" Nur was left heartbroken; he fled from U.K and quickly arrived at Istanbul via his private jet.  The car clicked opened as he made his way in the magnificent "Hakan estate" Where he would find his "relatives" people who they had lost connection to the very day his parents married. They weren't well off back then yet lived happily.  He paid them no mind and walked towards the center where his mom's coffin was.  Clutching around the fine wood, tears sprung out. His mother, the only one who he could rest his head on the shoulders, lazily talk about his day. She had left him. The funeral has ended. Meanwhile Nur sat at his study, blue eyes flickering under the warm glow. Just then--the door clicked, there entered, Ali Demir, his father's advisor, now his. The silver-haired man walked to him, hands clutching at piles of documents. He then conversed to him on the future and that to attain his will, he must marry. Nur's face turned pale, marriage--A chapter that he had closed long ago. After his previous marriage in Ankara to his childhood sweetheart--Eylul Aydin. He remembered her end--how his father mercilessly unlived her and their unborn child. Nur had also rejected this idea prior to his mother's death. Yet--Ali continued, "the bride had also been selected" His jaw flexed as he raked his eyes at him, "Did you...? Ali shook his head, "I wouldn't dare... if it wasn't the very own wish of Mrs. Hakan" Nur sighed, a part of him was uninterested and the other part? --merely curious to who it was. Ali continued, the bride is from one of the Kaplan family branches. "Who...is it? Nur's voice came out, flustered. Ali's mouth parted, "Ayse Azra Yildiz" His eyes widened, his chest tightened. To be continued>>>>>>>>>>

Graham who is old and only counting his days. Victor, an hard working man and father of two little prankster Ion and Joe. With Irene the lady of the house, Nancy the house maid. One day a letter from an unknown place comes and there daily life is thrown out of order. who is this Walter? why is he coming? why is it guilty? like this there are many questions. We need to see what future holds for all of them.

We're all sinners, some of us are just living like saints.

Naomi, a wolf demi-human living on a remote farm with her foster father Tom, longs for a life beyond tending crops. Inspired by her foster brother Misha, now a state magician, she dreams of wielding magic and exploring the world. One night, after sneaking away to attempt magic for the first time, Naomi finds a half naked boy, being attacked by Leaf-Lizards in the mountains.She saves his life and brings him to the farm. But soon after, Naomi begins experiencing vivid dreams and illusions—fragments of a past she never remembered. To complicate matters, the boy she rescued claims to be from another world… and seems to know far more about Naomi than any stranger should.

Before Feng Yi ascended the throne, no one wanted to marry this prince who lacked presence and was out of favor. After his ascension, the harem was filled with the daughters of high-ranking court officials. They were an eyesore to look at and vexing to deal with. He felt that even favoring them would defile his own dragon body. He decided to choose a woman with a fiery, arrogant, domineering, and jealous nature to enter the palace, to cast all this "trash" into the Cold Palace on his behalf. Song Yunzhao had transmigrated to ancient times for fourteen years, all the while laying low and just trying to get by. She was just waiting for the plot to begin, then she would transform into a villainess—arrogant, domineering, fiery, and jealous—so that she would be rejected from the selection and could then choose a husband to live a carefree and happy life with. Later, Song Yunzhao watched as His Majesty smiled at her with immense indulgence and said, "Zhaozhao, come here." Song Yunzhao immediately felt that something was terribly wrong, a chill running up from the soles of her feet. The damned Emperor wore a gentle expression, but his eyes were as cold as ice; he clearly wanted to use her as his blade!