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Traversing worlds with the Immortal Sword slaying demons, it was not until a monkey who claimed to be the Monkey King appeared before Lu Yu that he realized he had come to the world of Journey to the West. Striving for supremacy along the Human Path, the secrets of Journey to the West unrevealed, cutting off heaven and earth, the Three Realms were isolated.

Baylor was a sentinel, berserk sentinel warrior, five senses are exceptional, but also uses his animal spirit to help in combat. However, he transmigrated as a flower vase omega, and would soon be given away as a gift. This was not the problem, the problem was that the world had no guides and he could be in danger of a psychic riot at any time. Baylor was annoyed, and an annoyed sentinel does not know restraint, with the body of a soft omega, he fought against any alpha he met. The alphas: ???? Using a disguised identity, the Imperial General Ewan subdued the fighting Baylor, and sneered: You like to fight? Do you want to go to the front line to fight? Then Baylor saw his lost spiritual animal was spinning around the alpha’s feet, and was still foolishly following him. His restless mental energy suddenly became calm. This, surely, was the guide! So Baylor decided to guard this “guide” in case of emergency. When someone provoked him, Baylor first pinned him to the ground. When an interstellar beast attacked, Baylor gave up his life to block. Ewan, the youngest general in the history of the empire, the top alpha, cold and ruthless, killing and decisive. There was a famous saying from him, only the weak need a mate. So, when he looked at Baylor jumping in front of him regardless of his own safety, he saw it as a crazy love (?) So, being sensible, he said: I’m not interested in omegas, you don’t have to waste time on me. Baylor: … What the hell was he talking about? Forget it, the walking guide can be forgiven for doing anything, Until one day, Baylor suddenly found out that what he thought was a guide helping alleviate his irritation was actually the pheromone of the world’s top alpha! Baylor: Oh! And then– Subordinate: General, Mr. Baylor went to dine with the prince today. Subordinate: General, Mr. Baylor went to see the exhibition with the movie emperor today. Subordinate: General, your pen was broken! … Later, someone saw the “no worldly desires” general in the evening in the empty training ground, pressing a person fiercely in the training cabin and kissing him, his pheromones turned up into a shocking wave.

A long time ago, a war erupted along the Pacific Ring of Fire. This war caused a lot of spiritual barriers to be destroyed allowing those of the spirit realm to run free and run amok. Only those identified spirit whisperers are able to sense them and seal them away once more. Years later an organization for spirit whisperers has been established, the DoReMi Corporation with its different branches all over the Pacific Ring of Fire has the goal to once and for all close the opened dents of the spirit realm. [Magical Realism]

*TW: suicide Beauty, someone or something that is pleasing to the eye. And for the most part, a beautiful person is perceived to lead a beautiful life. At least that is what most people think. This perception of theirs was just an idealism seen through rose-coloured glasses, and it would never be anything more than that. Of course, Chen Aiyu would know. Her mother was a model, her father a nobody, and somewhere along the way, she came to join the family. She knew she was pretty, after all no one ever let her forget it. The moment she met someone new, they’d comment on how she looked. Initially it was flattering, but then it started to feel artificial. She never questioned it, why would they lie to her? But at the same time, why bring it up if it was so obvious she was pretty? It was because they were trying to butter up to her, wanting her for themselves. A pretty friend to brag about, a pretty girlfriend to show off to others. It was never for her sake, only for their own. Aiyu hated looking in the mirror. All the distress in her life, all the suffering she was going through, it was caused by that very face. But what could she do about it? Absolutely nothing. It made her feel so powerless when it was something that was supposed to make her feel powerful. People looked at her face and claimed it was the paragon of beauty. People sought after her face, contrastingly saying that they were suffering because they weren’t as pretty as her. He yelled at her, screamed at her, for what? For not returning his love? Why? It was not her fault she didn’t love him back. It was not her fault he assumed she had feelings for him. It was not her fault he decided to confess his feelings in front of everyone. Yet she was still blamed for it. The people pitied him and pointed their nasty fingers at her. You humiliated him! They would say, and she would wonder, what did I do? But for a person who has never had a break from being scrutinised and criticised against her whole life, it was nothing she couldn’t handle. The situation only slipped out of control when he brought her family into it. She told him not to, but he still did. They died, they were gone. The guilt, all over her head, her arms, her legs, her body. And no matter how hard she scrubbed it wouldn’t rub off. It’s your fault, it’s your fault. The same words over and over, just that this time, she believed it was true. *In the midst of being rewritten! An asterisk (*) will be inserted where I have rewritten until. Thank you for understanding!*

Yi is 18 years old and the most doted on daughter of her Fathers’ Concubines. She has been well raised, trained, educated, and is the most talented of her siblings. Within her family’s walls all sibling are close, raised to defend and protect one another from outsiders. Every grandson-n-law and granddaughter-in-law hand picked when young by The Old Master General and groomed to perfection until maturity. Yi’s mother had been the first Concubine of her Father, brought back by the Old Master during a period of War with her Mother’s people. Her beauty was beyond compare to any woman the Old Master had ever laid eyes on and knew he wanted her for his most filial Son! Unfortunately during her birth, Yi’s Mother passed but the Old Master and Young Master having fallen in love with the young woman before her death then cherished the new born babe being identical to her mother and was taken on by the Old Master Generals Legal Wife and raised as her own. Now she’s been snatched by her Mothers people unbeknownst to her.

"Eldritch Hollow, the prosperous town where people from all over the continent come to buy beauty. The vases of this place are said to be the most artistic and beautiful. The vase maiden's beauty is both a coveted allure and a haunting curse. The tradition has been followed for a long time; it is believed that only the privileged are chosen to be the maiden of the vase, but is it really so? This, only the some may know. To make art, you need beauty, and to make the vase beautiful, you need a face that's beautiful. The way of choosing the privileged one is simple; you have to be young, beautiful, and maybe helpless too. Most of this beauty comes from a rather poor background. The family and the maiden are happy and sad because now she may be chosen, but she may leave forever. A chosen maiden can never see her family again because she is not just a mere girl but the representation of beauty that will fetch the business a lot of money. They can't let the family see them when the children are dressed in a vase; the family may know and cause a ruckus, and then again, they will have to be cleaned. So let's make it a rule to be chosen and to leave forever because this will end the matter forever. After being chosen, they will learn to smile because that's the only thing that will be useful when all their bodies are hidden and only their faces are shown. To please the rich and powerful, may their smiles be shown. Twisted, their bodies will become as they grow in the shell of the vase; they may despair and pray, but all that's left is pain. As long as they're young and fine, they may be treated as divine, but as they age, they may be left to be rotten in their beautiful shell. How long this suffering may last, not even the perpetrators may know as it is a tradition that has been there for how long, no one knows."

Gu Musheng did not understand what had happened. One moment he was blankly watching a k-drama and the next thing he woke up with people frozen around him. An entity that called itself System 644 had told him that he was the randomly chosen, super lucky lottery winner and as such was given (read: forcefully- this! Is! Kidnapping!) an easy job and a high-ranking system. “Just stand there and look pretty” so the entity told him. In other words, he was to be a vase, a pretty pretty flower vase. This was something he could do, no problem. Gu Musheng nodded. The system also promised benefits like little golden fingers to make life easier and overall just a very very very (important things must be repeated thrice) smooth fulfilling life as a vase. But... why won’t the people around him, just. Let. Him. Be. A. Vase??????! QAQ Female lead please don’t drag me into your love life! Male lead I’m telling you, I have no redeeming qualities! I’m an ordinary pretty person just meant to beautify the background! I ! Am ! Just ! A ! Vase ! And you random bystander X, don’t randomly upgrade into a villain and aim for world domination! Ahhhhhh this one will become a broken vase soon! (Read: IM FRICKEN GONNA REBEL!) Gu Musheng: System... didn’t you tell me to just stand there and look pretty? Look, look, I’m not to blame! QAQ System 644: ... ORZ it’s not your fault ah.

This novel is a series of Short Horror Stories. Every story is different.... different people, new fears and new nightmares. However, they all follow a specific, dark Logic and are tied to one overarching Mystery. To uncover the truth, you must decide: will you piece together the clues across these short stories, or will you skip this novel entirely? Note: These stories are fictional. Anything resembling your actual nightmares is not my fault.

In a world riddled with dungeons and where only the strong survives, its tough to be just a pretty vase, or even a leech, hence I decided! Im gonna be a vase strong enough to injure anyone who tries to break me! (This is not romance as I do not know how to write one, I guess since my lead is a female it was automatically categorized as such but no, this little sister here only wants to be a pretty vase, an unbreakable one that is)

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