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Devoid of emotions, even though he longs to cry, he cannot shed tears. For a great sinner, the cycle of death and reincarnation is the harshest punishment. Yet, what he truly desires is absolute oblivion. To attain it, he must endure countless trials and tribulations. (Forgive me if there are any strange words; I used a translation machine.)

One day, an exiled Mercury fell from the night sky, only to disappear. For four years. Waking up, she found that times had changed. What will the exiled Planet do, and how will she get back?

Title System (Your Class based on how powerful your Gift is): From best to worst: Emporer/Empress Most powerful, cant be fucked with, only 1 in a Community. King/Queen Second most powerful but not to be underestimated, only 2 in a Community. Prince/Princess Third most powerful and are usually the ones who interact the most in society, Max of 10 in a Community. Duke/Duchess Fourth most powerful and the assholes of society, no limit of members in a community. Marquess/Marchioness You get the idea. Earl/Countess Viscount/Viscountess Baron/Baroness Name: Zion Pendron Age: 17 Gift: ??? Local School Rank: King Global School Rank: Prince Special Fact: Likes his sister Appearance: Medium dark hair, usually wears headphones, and a sweatshirt. Name: Yuaka Toisha Age: 17 Gift: ??? Local School Title: Queen Global School Title: Princess Special Fact: Wasnt born with a powerful Gift Appearance: Wears a striped bucket hat and has shoulder length white hair. Prologue: Humans, Weak and vulnerable when left to their own accord but when given a Gift... Society can and will blossom. What even is this Gift? It's a random power given to every human without fail that gives them a special ability that they can use. Sometimes at points of true, raw emotion it seldom can change and become even more powerful or even weaker depending on the circumstances. It has lead to a modernistic society where people have thrived and can create bonds with each other in many different ways.

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Man's greatest weapon is his ability to think. Take that away and life is a total mess. Left with a few people in life, David Heath battles everyday to merely stay alive. Does he find his true purpose? Will society except him? Only time will tell

These are some poems, or rhymes, that I have written in my free time. I hope you enjoy.

Every ending births a beginning… But humanity’s beginning has reached its end. The heavens burn. The seas boil. Angels descend, and demons rise — the world itself becomes a battlefield for YMIR’S HOLY WAR, the final prophecy that will erase mankind from existence. In the ruins stands AIDEN — not a chosen one, not a savior, just a man who refuses to kneel. When fate itself offers him one miracle — a single wish strong enough to rewrite destiny — he makes the only choice left to a dying world. But miracles have a price. And the gods never lose. Hunted by Heaven, pursued by Hell, Aiden walks a path no mortal was meant to tread — toward the heart of creation, where even time must bow. This is not a story of salvation. It’s a story of rebellion — against prophecy, against gods, against the cruel loop of life and death itself. The apocalypse isn’t coming. It already began the day Aiden made his wish.

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!"

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?"