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"A reunion of destiny for the sake of the regions and a crisis to be averted. On that fateful day a pair of glowing eyes can be seen lurking in the darkness..." When the Holy Father urges the world leaders to hold a conclave inside the Basilica, the world's religious epicenter, the governments find themselves in the task of sending their representatives to resolve what the Supreme Pontiff calls: "The biggest crisis the planet has ever seen." The Woman of the Jasper, in charge of representing her government, is awaiting the most important event of her life, however, her destiny brings her an unprecedented crisis to face; a Basilisk has appeared inside the Basilica and is hunting its prey one by one. What's the Basilisk's identity and motivation? Secrets and falsehoods begin to come to light; this time there will be no one who can stop it.

An benevolent artificial superintelligence (AI) in the future would be incentivized to create a virtual reality simulation to torture anyone who knew of its potential existence but did not directly contribute to its advancement or development, in order to incentivize said advancement.

The protagonist is born on Cocoyashi Island 7 years before Gol D Roger is executed. Upon realizing the islands fate he freaks out and starts putting himself through a rigorous training regime. The day after the execution, he gains a system that can help train him in any martial arts he wants and gives one free devil fruit. Inspired by Deidara he chooses Lizard Lizard fruit model: Basilik. His name is Yeager D Eden ;)

FANFICTION IN TRANSLATION FANFICTION TERJEMAHAN Tahun kelima: Setelah serangan Dementor, Harry tidak kembali ke Hogwarts - bukan? ! Alih-alih Harry, seekor ular bergerak ke dalam jubah singa. Orang tidak akan tahu apa yang menimpa mereka ketika pion catur Dumbledore, Harry, hilang tepat waktu… Dumbledore manipulatif, 'Slytherin! Harry', Perjalanan Waktu! Aku sudah minta izin kepada author untuk menterjemahkan cerita ini. Perhatian: karakter bukan milikku, ini milik JK Rowling. Dan cerita ini bukan milikku tapi milik Ebenblid. Jika kalian ingin baca cerita aslinya dari Ebenblid. Ini linknya ya https://m.fanfiction.net/s/10709411/1/Basilisk-born I've asked permission from the author to translate this story. Caution: character is not mine, this belongs to JK Rowling. And this story is not mine but belong Ebenblind. If you want to read the original story from Ebenblind. Here is the link https://m.fanfiction.net/s/10709411/1/Basilisk-born

Born in the Dark City’s blood arena, Mirelle was trained to kill—or die entertaining the crowd. She refused. Mercy made her the crowd’s favorite—and the owner’s problem. With Kirella, the guard meant to keep her caged, she runs. Together they cross a city ruled by the dark powers. Most monsters on the Dark side—bound by fear, coin, or twisted faith—hunt them for favor. Whispers speak of a hidden shrine and a relic called the Happiness Light—a spark said to open gates and break collars. From alleys to tunnels, from monster wards where even “beasts” protect their own, Mirelle and Kirella choose each other first. Clean slow-burn romance, close-quarters fights, and small cliffhangers every chapter—until they reach the last border and leave Elyka’s darkness behind.

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Nujah didn’t seal the darkness to save the world. He did it for one reason — to protect his mother, his brothers… and his daughter. Serekhka was losing control. It was about to destroy Shiora. So Nujah gave up everything — his body, his soul, his future — just to lock it away. In return, he was granted sleep. No pain. No memories. No dreams. But peace never lasts. The six forbidden fragments were stolen. And the darkness is starting to move again. Now, to protect what little he has left… Nujah must rise once more.

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?"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.