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What if a modern man were born in the era of gods? What would philosophy, war, Dharma, and everyday conversations look like through the eyes of someone who grew up with science and logic? Vedant died at the lowest point of his life. Reborn in ancient Bharat as Advay, he is given a second chance—a loving family, a peaceful childhood, and the opportunity to start over. But destiny has other plans. The shadow of the Mahabharata looms over the kingdoms. As war approaches, Advay is drawn into a world of Dharma, Karma, sacrifice, and power, where every choice carries a price. Guided by the teachings of Lord Krishna, he must decide what it truly means to walk the right path… when every path demands blood. In a world where Karma shapes power and the gods judge every soul, can a man from the modern age change fate—or will fate change him first?

Jane falls in love with someone who is taken. much goes on but what will she do?

A journalist visits his sister in the countryside only to realize her village is being attacked by something supernatural.

It was never just a game. It was a trial written before time. Across Earth, select individuals received an enigmatic message—an invite to an immersive game offering one impossible reward: any wish fulfilled. Glory, power, revenge, resurrection—whatever they desired. But it was a lie. Or rather… a test. Upon accepting, they were cast out of their world—reincarnated or transmigrated into chaotic realms shaped by myth, ruin, and ancient memory. Each chosen one now inhabits a different reality, from dying cities veiled in ash to frozen kingdoms ruled by elemental bloodlines. An Ancient Being, long sealed beyond the known cosmos, crafted this game. Not for entertainment—but as a crucible. A hunt for worthy souls capable of standing against the rise of the Primordial Beings, eldritch entities stirring once more beneath the skin of reality. Elias Vale, a man with a fractured name, awakens in a labyrinth of identity and unreality. Zyren, reborn as an Iceborn dragon prince, struggles to master a body forged of frost and legacy. And countless others—players turned pawns—now fight, grow, and uncover the truth: that survival is not the reward—it’s the prerequisite. To win is to ascend. To fall is to vanish from every realm. The game has begun. And only the exceptional will endure.

I woke up one morning totally clueless about what had happened the night before. My head was throbbing, and where I was lying didn’t feel like my own bed. I opened my eyes, which were heavy to lift, and to my unexpected surprise— BAM! I wasn’t where I thought I was. Better yet, I wasn’t where I was supposed to be—my own place. I was in a different world, one that felt like a dream. Only, when I tried to slap and pinch myself, hoping I would wake up from this so-called dream… Nothing happened. I was still in the same place I had been a second ago. I thought I had finally lost it, only to find out that things couldn’t be worse than they were at that very instant. That’s when I realized I wasn’t just in a different place. This place wasn’t just another town. It was another world. A world that, as I kept exploring while trying to find my way back home, I noticed was the very world I used to escape to after long, hard days at work. This world isn’t just any timeline that suffered from The Butterfly Effect. This is the world of my favorite game. And the worst part? I’m no longer just a gamer on the other side of the screen. In a world where magic is like the air we breathe every day, I’m caught in a twisted era where a war against all species rages on. Now I have a new mission and new goal. I must survive this war. At first, things would have been easier because my avatar was the main character of the game—but not anymore. I’m not the main character. I’m not the one destined to save the world. I’m actually the opposite of the main character. This new avatar I’ve been thrown into isn’t even part of the main character’s group. This character is simply a non-PC. Meaning I’m either meant to guide the hero until he reaches a certain level, or I’m just one of the characters who die during the breakout and the beginning of the war. In other words, I’m just a mob. A nobody. You know what? Fine. I’ll be the side background character who’s doomed from the start. But since I’m not the main character, it means I’m not the calamity magnate—and now that I think about it, that’s actually a really good thing. That guy never rests. He’s always either fighting or running off on another quest. Fuck that. I want to rest. But I’m not saying I’ll sit on the sidelines and watch him grow. Screw that—I’m going to outshine him. I’m going to outsmart him. I may not be important to anyone else, but I know this game and this world inside out, like the back of my hand. And now I’m going to use that advantage. I’m going to rise. I’m going to rank up. But I hope that in doing so, I don’t cause my own Butterfly Effect. Because I’d hate to be the hero once again— A hero who, in the end, is fated to die.

A story about real male sex!

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?"

Amelia Lockhart has one mission: make the top idol Ethan Quinn fall in love with her, then break his heart, so that Ethan Quinn can successfully pass his tribulation and return to his position as a High God. There's just one problem: as the most hated woman on the internet, Amelia is the last person anyone would pair with the nation's golden boy. But when she lands a spot on a dating show alongside Ethan, she sees her chance. She does all the heavy lifting and is dependable enough to make him see her differently. As a result, Ethan starts pretending to be weak. The fans are confused. Their untouchable idol is... blushing? Getting clingy? Calling her "jiejie" in that voice? "Sis, I surrender." "Sis, you can only spoil me like this." Amelia is losing control of the plan. She was supposed to seduce him and walk away. So why is he the one coaxing her to stay, and why is it getting harder to say no?

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?"

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!"