ashram 4

After being murdered in modern Kolkata, electronics professor Rakesh Naskar awakens in Mahāvasudha an alt-1800s India 1000× larger than our world, never colonized, ruled by Twenty Empires and countless kingdoms. Born to two teachers in a tiny riverside ashram in Bangla, Rakesh regains his past life’s memory two days before the sacred Path-Choosing. Here, power is climbed through Sequences (20 → 0), each with ten steps and perilous breakthroughs that demand rare materials and iron will. Refusing orthodoxy, Rakesh forges a new creator-Path: Sūtradhāra weaving information, light, and order into living circuits, mandala-arrays, and resonance codes. As rival sects, marsh raiders, and imperial courts covet his innovations, the ashram becomes a fulcrum in the struggle between tradition and invention. From mangrove deltas and lighthouse coasts to desert banners and sky-fold monasteries, Rakesh must scale the Sequences, protect his people, and prove that a path no one dares to attempt can re-stitch the fate of Bharatavarsha.

In a bleak & unfeeling world of monotony, nothing matters anymore... until that world begins to end. Now, living post-apocalypse, Asher suddenly feels more purpose in life than ever before.

During a crucial duel or tournament, Sushe discovers that his own mentor, the one who trained him, has been secretly manipulating him. Not only that — the mentor stole the techniques of the legendary Katana Masters, and Sushe’s skills were unknowingly shaped to perfect a hidden weapon only the mentor could control.

In the Land of Oasis, there is no scarier creature than a Fire Demon. Brightise and her sisters grew up hearing frightening stories about their devastating raids. One day, when her village is attacked and her older sister is abducted for no apparent reason, Brightise is faced with making some tough decisions. She must now ask help from the land's mightiest warriors, seek answers about her mysterious heritage and, above everything else, protect her family from meeting a tragic end.

The gods are dead. The war is forgotten. But four souls are reborn without memory, without karma except one. Once I stole you. Now I build with you.

I went on a dating show with my arch-nemesis. But the netizens weren't shipping the male-female couples; instead, they edited our daily routine of mutual disdain into sweet moments. My arch-nemesis and I instantly became the hottest ship. After the show ended, however, malicious people started a rumor that we were deliberately queerbaiting. My arch-nemesis made a high-profile post on Weibo: "We're not together. I'm the one pursuing him."

Before Feng Yi ascended the throne, no one wanted to marry this prince who lacked presence and was out of favor. After his ascension, the harem was filled with the daughters of high-ranking court officials. They were an eyesore to look at and vexing to deal with. He felt that even favoring them would defile his own dragon body. He decided to choose a woman with a fiery, arrogant, domineering, and jealous nature to enter the palace, to cast all this "trash" into the Cold Palace on his behalf. Song Yunzhao had transmigrated to ancient times for fourteen years, all the while laying low and just trying to get by. She was just waiting for the plot to begin, then she would transform into a villainess—arrogant, domineering, fiery, and jealous—so that she would be rejected from the selection and could then choose a husband to live a carefree and happy life with. Later, Song Yunzhao watched as His Majesty smiled at her with immense indulgence and said, "Zhaozhao, come here." Song Yunzhao immediately felt that something was terribly wrong, a chill running up from the soles of her feet. The damned Emperor wore a gentle expression, but his eyes were as cold as ice; he clearly wanted to use her as his blade!

In her past life, Tang Mo accidentally lost her own Space Jade Pendant when the apocalypse began, losing her biggest golden finger. Afterwards, her superpower training went awry, she lost her loved ones, suffered from ostracization, and utterly ruined the good hand she was dealt, ultimately dying at the mouths of mutant beasts. Opening her eyes again, Tang Mo was reborn one week before the start of the apocalypse. None of the tragedies has happened yet! How will she seize the opportunity and walk her own path to becoming a powerful figure in the apocalypse?

After accidentally falling off a cliff, Faye Yardley finds herself transmigrated into a male-oriented sea survival novel she had read. Not wanting to become the cannon fodder character who shares her name, and determined to ensure her brother survives, she resolves to clear this sea survival game and leave the game world alive.

Married to Mason Crawford for two years, Summer Thorne became the city's notorious jinx. As the legitimate Mrs. Crawford, she could only watch helplessly as her own family went bankrupt and her father was convicted, with no one willing to lend a hand. Mason Crawford looked at her coldly: "Summer Thorne, do you think anyone in Valois would dare to help you if I didn't give the word?" Everyone watched her hit dead ends everywhere, bruised and battered, standing by with cold indifference. Until that snowy night in the deep mountains, she was tricked by others and left to walk alone in the snow, when a man on horseback galloped over, pulled her onto his steed, and wrapped her in his embrace. * The first time they met, she lit a cigarette for him; The next time they met, he said, "Miss Thorne, how much are you planning to spend to buy me?" Timothy York, a gentleman from a prestigious family—upright, dignified, aloof, and noble, a man who had never made a single misstep, praised by everyone in Valois. Yet, on that one day, Summer Thorne was photographed leaving Timothy York's residence early in the morning. The entire city was in an uproar. The most unattainable flower of Valois had actually stolen another man's wife! * Everyone said Summer Thorne was a master of seduction, but they received Timothy York's four-word reply— "I initiated it." The wind rose in Sombren Forest, and snow fell into his arms. From the very beginning, it was he who initiated it.