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50,000 years ago, Hell was destroyed because of too much Foul from the resentment of the souls that later turned to Soul Eaters and devoured everything in their wake, leaving nothing of Hell. The gods above in Heaven, in order to take care of the newly-died souls, created the Afterlife Department comprised of grim reapers. Huo Ling was delivering food that day when he met Yi Bing and the guy gave him a warning. When he arrived to the customer's unit, he was killed. Huo Ling: you set up a death flag for me! Yi Bing: I'm a grim reaper. I'm the flag myself. Let me help you solve the mystery of your death. Huo Ling: your sister! Alternative title: The Different Ways I Died at 23 Update: daily

Mo Lin has been appointed as the Head of Yin Department in Yedou, the city of ghosts, and returned to Earth with the Ghost Suppression Book. Though the Earth has already been occupied by evil spirits, Mo Lin is way powerful than them. "Young man, don't go out at night. There are ghosts outside, it's too scary." "Ghosts? Sorry, I'm not afraid. The more ghosts there are, the more excited I get."

[Incoming Transmission…] Sender: D.O.P.E. Headquarters Security Clearance: RED Subject: Emergency Reader Recruitment You were just another clueless soul, living your life thinking horror movies were a joke and demons were just edgy Halloween costumes. You were wrong. Horribly. Hilariously. Dangerously wrong. Welcome to D.O.P.E.—Department of Paranormal Entities, the frontline defense between humanity and the literal nightmares leaking out of Hell. And guess what? You’ve just been recruited. This is not your typical web novel. Expect: Extreme horror (The kind that messes with your sleep schedule) Non-stop laughter (Because fear and comedy are best friends here) Adult jokes and inappropriate thoughts (You’ve been warned) Two idiotic heroes trying their best not to die—or get hung upside down by their demon coach If you're easily offended, easily scared, or allergic to sarcasm, now’s your chance to tap out. Still here? Good. Your options: Add this novel to your collection. Read at least 10 chapters and get addicted to this novel. Drop a comment at the end of each chapter or face spiritual judgment by our ghostly HR team. Prepare to become part of something bigger. Way bigger. Like, Hell-vs-Humanity bigger. Failure to comply may result in unauthorized spectral activity in your room. You’ve been warned. [Mission Log Updated: Add D.O.P.E. to Library] Threat Level: Class F to SSS (Good luck) Survivability Rate: ...decreasing. Welcome to D.O.P.E. You're not ready. But you're here. Let's go. [Transmission Ends.] WARNING:

When Zhou Yi woke up, he realized he had become an executioner at the Demon-Slaying Department in Great Qian. It was a time where demons roamed the earth and terrorized all living beings, where the balance of the world began to shift. As an executioner, every demon that Zhou Yi had executed would fetch him rewards, varying from the Huang-ting Scripture to the Purple Ying Sword, the Flat Peach Spiritual Root, the Five-colored Immortal Bull, the Tiangang Spell, the Disha Divine Arts, and many more. This was the story of a man who roamed the nine heavens and ten hells, the story of a man who paced his way to immortality.

Look, I was just trying to take a nap. A normal desk nap during my unpaid lunch break. Next thing I know, I woke up in the underworld surrounded by floating paperwork, ghost secretaries, and a reaper with anxiety issues who tells me: “Oops. Wrong Vanessa.” Excuse me?? Cool. Love that for me. In the land of the dead, only one intern works overtime. I didn’t sign up for this. I just wanted a nap.

Narration: [Name Redacted], an ordinary office worker, is transported into a Xianxia world. Arrogant Young Masters. Hypocritical righteous sects. Jade beauties. A cultivation system held together by plot armor and duct tape.] The hell do you mean "Name Redacted"? I have a name. It's Caelan MacGregor. You deleted it because apparently I'm "more mysterious" this way. I watched you press Backspace. This world is a disaster. The sky is a vibrating blue square. People meditate by standing on one leg for nine hours. Every third sentence sounds like it survived six rounds of machine translation. And everyone keeps telling me I "cannot see Mt. Tai." Brother. We're inside a tavern. [System: Overpowered Cultivation System not found.] [System: Assigning — Patch Notes v0.3 Alpha.] Every plot hole. Every broken technique. Every mistranslated line. Costs me lifespan just to file the bug report. I'm not becoming the strongest immortal in this world. I'm unionizing outer disciples. Auditing heavenly tribulations. Filing workplace safety violations against sects that call child labor "discipleship." And if the Heavenly Dao is really running this universe — it's getting reported to HR. [Narration: He accepts his fate and grows stronger.] No I don't. [Narration: He accepts his fate and grows stronger.] I said no. (And no this is not a fucking translation its a original novel)

"Congratulations, You Have Died! Would You Like to Subscribe to Corporate Hell?" Ephraim Larkspur didn't expect to wake up after dramatically yeeting himself off a bridge, but he definitely didn't expect to wake up as a fresh recruit in the afterlife's most underpaid, overworked startup: the Savior System Department. The job description? Travel to different worlds, play the role of cannon fodder, and rescue trapped Mission Takers from bad endings before they permanently glitch out of existence. The benefits? None. The salary? Negative. The uniform? A corporate-looking uniform that would make even the most patient saint commit workplace violence. With a snarky, charming, wife-loving System partner whispering in his ear and a whole roster of doomed, beautiful characters waiting to be saved (or accidentally seduced) across countless worlds, Ephraim's afterlife is about to be a never-ending shitpost with existential consequences. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ World 1: You know the trope — the male lead woos the main character, sells him the dream of a romantic forever… only for the MC to discover he’s just a stand-in for the guy’s one true love. The white moonlight. Ephraim wakes up as said white moonlight, Larkspur. Ephraim: “…Well… at least I’m hot?” World 2 (upcoming): In this world, heroes and villains are so different they have separate schools. Ephraim wakes up as a villain attending the Grand Academy of Villainy and Evil and is feeling pretty smug — a big-shot villain should have no problem completing his mission. …Then he notices something weird. Why is the school so massive? Why are the students huge? Are they… Titans? He glances down. Oh. He’s a rabbit. A villainous rabbit.

Neo Kaluim works for a boss he has the hots for. In his boss's magical department store, he has been promoted to her personal assistant, but faces pushback from customers and employees alike. On the other hand, his boss, Aurora, is enigmatic and strange, yet seductive and alluring. Will he get pressured into resignation by both Aurora and his peers, or will he fall into the arms of the slightly unstable boss?

Overweight. Broke. Alone. Lex wasn’t exactly winning at life. Stuck in a university course he hated and barely scraping by, the death of his grandfather left him with no family and even less idea of what to do next. Then came the letter. His grandfather’s final inheritance: an abandoned corner shop, a set of keys, and the promise of a life far more interesting than the one Lex was currently wasting. The shop was falling apart. The shelves were empty. A homeless man had moved into the warehouse. Oh—and the front door opened into another world. A world of monsters, merchants, old grudges and dangerous kingdoms, where even the most ordinary goods from Earth could carry consequences far beyond their price tag. Not that Lex knows any of that. As far as he’s concerned, he has a shop to rebuild, shelves to stock, customers to find, and money to make. He has no experience, no grand ambitions, and absolutely no idea what he’s doing. But every business has to start somewhere. Welcome to the Otherworld Retail Department. ***

In her previous life, she took the wrong "white lotus" script, causing her to die a miserable death. Heaven has let her live again, so she shouldn't have to suffer the hardships of her past life once more! Feng Moxi sheds her weakness from her previous life. Making a new choice, she must fight! There are monsters! Kill them! There are scumbags! Eliminate them! With her meager strength, she picks up a Heavy Sword and forges a difficult path forward. Unexpectedly, that arrogant and reckless person who caused her no small amount of trouble along the way eventually becomes a comrade-in-arms to whom she can entrust her back, a companion for life. The sky fills with darkness, the Demon People emerge! The Heavenly Dao returns. One day, Feng Moxi is leisurely roasting beast meat by the river. Chaoyang, having just finished fighting a demon beast, sees the crumbs on her lips and immediately leans in. "Want some?" Chaoyang dazedly nodded his head. Suddenly, a piece of burnt beast meat is stuffed into his mouth. Chaoyang pulls Feng Moxi into his embrace, gently brushes the corner of her lips with his hand, and says, "You're mine!" Apocalypse + Cultivation + Doting Boyfriend