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In which Thor becomes a calm and reasonable person.

Amitié, Parrain, Vie de Famille (frère)

Aetherion was feared by gods, worshipped by immortals, and powerful enough to bring kingdoms to their knees with a single command. As the War God of heaven, nothing in existence could challenge him. Until he woke up in the body of a mortal assassin. Now trapped inside the weak body of Kael: a ruthless killer feared across the mortal realm . Aetherion can only watch helplessly as Kael takes over his divine body and slowly changes heaven itself. Kingdoms begin falling. Immortals kneel in fear. And the heavens once protected by the War God start drowning beneath cruelty and bloodshed. Desperate to reclaim his body and stop the destruction spreading across heaven, Aetherion hides among mortals while searching for answers behind the mysterious body swap. But everything slowly changes after meeting a sharp-tongued noble’s daughter who constantly argues with him, challenges him, and somehow makes him feel more human than he has in centuries. For the first time in his immortal life, Aetherion begins experiencing things heaven never gave him — peace, warmth… and love. But while the mortal wearing his divine face becomes a monster powerful enough to destroy heaven itself, Aetherion is faced with an impossible choice: Return to the throne he once ruled… Or choose the one person who finally made him want to abandon heaven forever.

Towers descended upon humanity 100 years ago, each with a god entitled to them. Yet in that century, no one yet has cleared a single one. Our mc is a porter for a top guild in the United States, and they finally reach the last floor of one of the towers. What will Jacob encounter inside? and what his fate become? who will he become? Find out, in God's Towers.

Zola was a slave. Nothing more, nothing less — until he woke up in a body that wasn't his, tangled in the mind of a boy who used to own people like him. for all the sons who died, for all the women raped, and for all the wretched few responsible for this joke of a world. justice shall be served. on a platter of blood.

All I can say is... "Oh, what a life."

There are different kinds of goodbyes. The easy one and the tough one. Goodbyes tend to be easy when you're saying it specifically, to someone you really don't give a damn, even if they care, when you don't, you'll just give them the impression of "I'll be back" even though you're not and it'll be fine, to you. Thinking "Oh, they'll just forget it, forget me". I know how easy goodbye works and what you will feel after, but I don't when it comes to the tough goodbye, generally, because I still don't have experience how tough one works. They say tough goodbyes are those you don't actually want to say it but you need to, just like a dying person, when they can't speak because of the tube connected to their lungs they'll go with the action by writing, touching, tapping, waving, or just giving you a look of 'love' or 'sorry'. That made me think, "Oh, even actions can express goodbye?" Really, how can a goodbye be so tough? How? Is it because they're loved... or.... they love? How does a tough goodbye really feel?

Born from a night no one dares to speak of, the seventh prince entered the world drenched in curse and tragedy. His mother went through hell for carrying him, and the kingdom whispered that her child was never meant to exist— a demon-born mistake. To the king, he is a living reminder of everything he lost. No matter how the prince grows—quiet, obedient, desperate for approval—his father’s hatred never fades. The palace is his prison; his blood is his curse. But everything changes when the king drags him to a royal ball in a distant kingdom. Surrounded by splendor and strangers, the prince slips away from the celebration, seeking silence. Instead, he hears a sound— a haunting melody carried by piano keys and a voice too gentle for this world. The musician he finds in the moonlit hall is unlike anything he has ever known. Beautiful. Mysterious. A man who looks at him without fear… and without the disgust he has grown used to. But the musician carries secrets of his own—ones tied to the prince’s curse, the night of his birth, and the true reason the king refuses to look him in the eyes. As their bond deepens, the prince must choose: uncover the truth and awaken the demon sleeping in his blood, or lose the only person who has ever seen him as human.

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?"

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!"