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[ era Wen ] died after experiencing the apocalypse for ten years. He wore the clothes of a newlywed wife who was despised by her husband's family. He fought with the best, abused the scum, and changed the fate of the apocalypse. In the 1980s, she was living well. And he was a strong and overbearing prince charming. He was professional in protecting his wife, and in order to repay his kindness, he married a fat wife. One day, he realized that after his wife woke up, she was a completely different person... ... Lin Lei: "Song Yi, I want a divorce. It's not suitable for us to have a generation gap! ". Song Yi: "Don't even think about it. You will be my wife for the rest of your life. If you want to leave me, no way! " Lin Lei: "You Scoundrel, I'm not your wife! " Song Yi: "I forgot. Then let's make our relationship real now! " [ explosive love story + 1V1 + double purity + power + fantasy ]

Young genius Ren Zhong, suffering from a terminal illness, chooses the human cryonics project. Upon awakening, he finds himself in a desolate wilderness, beneath a gigantic blue sun and a duo of silver-white moons. On this unfamiliar planet, relying on the resurrection to rewind time and accumulate experience, Ren Zhong is determined to become a warrior. After experiencing betrayal, being wanted, and judged, he resolves to rebel against this unjust world and establish a new world order through war. Compress infinite time into a moment; anything can happen. Rising from insignificance, walking the seams of time, reversing billions of years of enslavement. This is the story of an immortal man and his comrades breaking the shackles of fate.

She was cruelly calculated by her half-sister, resulting in a tarnished reputation, and her mother passed away with resentment. Six years later, she returns to the country with her son. The little guy actually proposes marriage for her on a live streaming platform: "Hello everyone, I am Song Dabai, my mommy is Song Yinyin, my daddy is... hehe, I still need a daddy! Handsome uncles willing to be my daddy, please marry my mommy soon!" A few days later, that diamond-grade man who drove countless women in the Imperial City wild with fascination appears and from then on, he entangles her. A sweet love story with a 1 to 1 pet romance.

Changqing has always felt that she's incomparable to Guan Ying in every aspect. Even though she is pretty and has a good family background, this world is nothing more than a world where Princes are more attracted to Cinderellas. Her first love that she dearly remembers in her heart for years eventually becomes Guan Ying’s current boyfriend and her fiancé is Guan Ying’s ex. He has yet to forget Guan Ying. A business marriage brings Changqing and Song Chuyi together despite the absence of love. In public, he is her friend’s ex and in private he is her husband who cannot be publicly–known. At the hospital, her good friend enjoys her husband’s embrace while she can only act as though he's a stranger. At a gala dinner, her good friend hooks her arm around her first love’s arm shyly and she can only smile and give them her blessings. … In this marriage, Changqing thinks that all is well other than the fact that Song Chuyi doesn’t love her. First, her husband is a doctor and he can treat all her illnesses while saving up on medical expenses. Second, doctors love cleanliness and her husband would always ensure the cleanliness of the house. Third, at the end of every month, her thin wallet would grow thick with cash that her husband stuffs in secretly. Fourth, as a person who doesn’t like to exercise, she always get dragged around by her husband day and night to do some pleasurable exercise that is beneficial for the body and mind. Fifth, she would never have to worry that she would be out of money. There are always so many uncountable advantages that Changqing enjoys. … After the marriage, on a certain night, Changqing looks at Dr. Song gloomily. "Hubby, why are you so nice to me when you don’t even love me?" Dr. Song continues reading his medical books and ignores her. It's sometimes quite a headache when your wife is too stupid and daft. Until one day, Changqing realises that there's really no free lunch in this world…

After becoming #1 in the world after playing a grand strategy game as the most difficult faction on immortal level difficulty, MC receives an invitation to compete in an even more challenging game which takes the MC into the world of the game itself, but as it's weakest lord who will die two days later that appears only as a cutscene in the tutorial as first of many deaths to rock the continent until only one survives to proclaim a new eternal empire. Can the MC use his game knowledge to successfully survive his impending doom, and rise from the ashes to reclaim the glory he'd won before?

Rowan sees beauty in death. The Order he has sworn to obey only sees defilement. As the reviled Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has accepted his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls as collateral. With his magic and his voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways the Order deems acceptable to maintain the stability of the reality it claims to protect Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be. Rowan has never questioned those lessons, but that changes the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and chooses to keep it a secret. When Rowan’s song transforms that soul into a beautiful and mysterious man he names Wren, he is forced to accept that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust. As the fabric of the Order begins to unwind and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan will need to choose again, stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side. He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first. ************************************* Updates 3-4 times per week. Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff. When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice. There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy. This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love. ************************************* Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!): Still reeling from the new magic that coursed under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire that threatened to take control of him, Rowan froze. Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan. A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left. But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another. He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else. One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he attempted to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer. Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out. "What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest. "The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it." "Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top him. Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again. "I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it." Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you." "I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction. "I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…" "You want what?" "I want more." Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"

Vor einem Jahrhundert stürzten kolossale Steinschwerter vom Himmel und bohrten sich tief in das Herz von achtundzwanzig Städten. So begannen die Schwertprüfungen. Welten gegen Welten, Spezies gegen Spezies, ausgetragen in einem separaten, einzigartigen Schlachtfeld-Reich, das dem größten schwertthematischen, Fraktion-gegen-Fraktion-MMORPG ähnelte, das je existierte. Level, Legendäre Ausrüstung, Versteckte Quests, Gilden, Territorien, Spawns, NPCs, Schwertfertigkeiten, Beute, die durch eine spezielle Währung Welten überwinden konnte … Nur diejenigen, die ihre Schwertmale erwecken können, wurden Klingengeborene genannt, Krieger ihrer Rasse. Bewaffnet mit Seelengebundenen Schwertern verschiedener Stufen, die über ihren Rang in der modernen Hierarchie entschieden, kämpften sie für das Fortbestehen ihrer Welten. Die Schlacht zu beenden, erwies sich jedoch als weitaus schwieriger als erwartet. Eine scheinbar unüberwindbare hundertjährige Pattsituation war die Folge. Das apokalyptische Ende verblasste schließlich aus den Köpfen aller, und ein Klingengeborener zu sein, wurde plötzlich zu einem Beruf. Manche behandelten die Schwertprüfungen sogar als reines Spiel. Schulen begannen, Schwertkunstkurse als Hauptfach anzubieten, und diejenigen, die an derselben High School ihre Mitschüler übertrafen, wurden Schwertprinz und Prinzessinnen genannt. Eine solche Berühmtheit war Daru Finnley, ein junger Mann, der eine ungewöhnliche Liebe zum Schwert hegte. Nach einer katastrophalen Erweckungszeremonie als der Gefallene Schwertprinz bezeichnet, verwandelte sich das Etikett des Genies über Nacht in das eines Versagers. Aber sein „Müll“-Schwert barg ein Geheimnis. Und ebenso seine Seele … Drei Welten WERDEN fallen.

A century ago, colossal stone swords descended from the skies, stabbing deep at the heart of twenty-eight cities. Like so began the Sword Trials. Worlds against Worlds, Race against Race in a separate, unique, battleground realm that resembled the greatest sword-themed, faction versus faction MMORPG that ever existed. Levels, Legendary Equipment, Hidden Quests, Guilds, Territories, Spawns, NPCs, Sword Skills, Loot that could transcend worlds through a special currency… Only those who can awaken their sword marks would be called Bladeborns, warriors of their race. Armed with Soulbound Swords of varying tiers that decided their ranking in the modern hierarchy, they would fight for the continued existence of their worlds. Ending the battle, however, proved far more difficult than expected. A seemingly unbreakable hundred-year stalemate was reached. The apocalyptic ending eventually faded from everyone’s minds, and being a Bladeborn suddenly turned into a profession. Some even treated the Sword Trials as a mere game. Schools began adding swordsmanship classes as a major subject, and those who excelled beyond their peers at the same high school would be called Sword Prince and Princesses. One such celebrity was Daru Finnley, a young man who had an unusual love for the sword. Labeled the Fallen Sword Prince after a disastrous awakening ceremony, the title of genius changed into garbage overnight. But his “trash” sword held a secret. And so did his soul… Three worlds WILL fall.

Il y a un siècle, d'immenses épées de pierre sont descendues des cieux, transperçant le cœur de vingt-huit villes. Ainsi commencèrent les Épreuves de l'Épée. Mondes contre mondes, espèces contre espèces, dans un royaume de champ de bataille unique et séparé qui ressemblait au plus grand MMORPG à thème d'épée, faction contre faction, qui ait jamais existé. Niveaux, Équipement Légendaire, Quêtes Cachées, Guildes, Territoires, Points d'Apparition, PNJ, Compétences d'Épée, Butin qui pourrait transcender les mondes grâce à une monnaie spéciale... Seuls ceux qui peuvent éveiller leurs marques d'épée seraient appelés Portelames, guerriers de leur race. Armés d'Épées Liées à l'Âme de différents niveaux qui décidaient de leur classement dans la hiérarchie moderne, ils se battraient pour la survie de leurs mondes. Mettre fin à la bataille s'est avéré bien plus difficile que prévu. Une impasse de cent ans apparemment inviolable a été atteinte. La fin apocalyptique a finalement disparu de l'esprit de tous, et être un Né-de-Lame est soudainement devenu une profession. Certains ont même traité les Épreuves de l'Épée comme un simple jeu. Les écoles ont commencé à ajouter des cours d'escrime comme matière principale, et ceux qui excellaient au-delà de leurs pairs dans le même lycée seraient appelés Prince et Princesses de l'Épée. L'une de ces célébrités était Daru Finnley, un jeune homme qui avait un amour inhabituel pour l'épée. Surnommé le Prince Déchu de l'Épée après une cérémonie d'éveil désastreuse, l'étiquette de génie s'est transformée en déchet du jour au lendemain. Mais son épée "poubelle" cachait un secret. Et son âme aussi... Trois mondes VONT tomber. #Construction de Guilde (Dans les chapitres ultérieurs)

Há um século, colossais espadas de pedra desceram dos céus, perfurando profundamente o coração de vinte e oito cidades. Assim começaram as Provações da Espada. Mundos contra mundos, espécies contra espécies, estabelecidos em um reino de batalha separado e único que se assemelhava ao maior MMORPG temático de espadas, com facções contra facções, que já existiu. Níveis, Equipamentos Lendários, Missões Ocultas, Guildas, Territórios, Spawns, NPCs, Habilidades de Espada, Saques que podiam transcender mundos através de uma moeda especial... Apenas aqueles que conseguissem despertar suas marcas de espada seriam chamados de Nascidos da Lâmina, guerreiros de sua raça. Armados com Espadas Ligadas à Alma de vários níveis que decidiam sua classificação na hierarquia moderna, eles lutariam pela existência contínua de seus mundos. Entretanto, acabar com a batalha provou ser muito mais difícil do que o esperado. Um impasse aparentemente inquebrantável de cem anos foi alcançado. O fim apocalíptico eventualmente desapareceu das mentes de todos, e ser um Nascido da Lâmina de repente se transformou em uma profissão. Alguns até tratavam as Provações da Espada como um simples jogo. As escolas começaram a adicionar aulas de esgrima como matéria principal, e aqueles que se destacavam além de seus colegas na mesma escola seriam chamados de Príncipes e Princesas da Espada. Um desses celebridades era Daru Finnley, um jovem que tinha um amor incomum pela espada. Nomeado o Príncipe da Espada Caído após uma cerimônia de despertar desastrosa, o rótulo de gênio mudou para lixo da noite para o dia. Mas sua espada "lixo" guardava um segredo. E sua alma também... Três mundos VÃO cair. #ConstruçãoDeGuilda (Nos capítulos posteriores)