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The story of Li Dong, a man who gets a second chance at life after being reborn in 2004. In his previous life, Li Dong experienced many regrets and missed opportunities. Determined to change his fate, he uses his knowledge of the future to make better decisions, rebuild his wealth, and achieve success in both his personal and professional life. The novel delves into themes of financial growth, business strategies, and the challenges of balancing wealth with personal relationships. As Li Dong navigates his new life, he faces various obstacles and competitors, but his knowledge of future events gives him a significant advantage. This story is especially appealing to readers who enjoy tales of financial success, strategic thinking, and the excitement of turning the tables on fate.

Time to Rock. And Roll. And Also Level Up. It Likes To Level Up A Lot. Stone is a rock. Or, more specifically, a tiny pebble. Born that way. Awakened to sapience by disastrous happenstance, Stone and his reluctant mentor Partner must navigate a dangerous world where betrayal, war, and scheming are a daily occurrence. But time waits for no mineral, and soon he would be more. Much, MUCH more. Cover done by Super-Amazing-And-Overall-Great person: Trolljan Edited by God-Editor Blanc Please consider to support me: patreon.com/DakieSalamander Each chapter there is having 4 - 6k words... Ch 60 = Ch 15, 16

The Trinity of Death: The Swordsman of Rolling Heads—by Jhunzkie Rakabuba. Ayronee died by his own choice — a rooftop, a fall, a desperate bid for silence after years of mockery ground him to nothing. Death did not deliver peace. An angel delivered an ultimatum instead: live again, or burn forever. He chose life not because he wanted it, but because the alternative was worse. Reborn as Hexia in a medieval fantasy world, gifted with power he never asked for, and bound by one condition that cannot be broken — he cannot die by his own hand. Ever. Eighteen years of training. Three years of emptiness. A legend built entirely in blood. By eighteen, Hexia is the Swordsman of Rolling Heads — a protector whose signature technique, the Guillotine, is a perfectly horizontal strike that ends threats with surgical finality. Crimson-eyed and emotionally hollow, he kills fifty bandits in five minutes and walks away feeling nothing. He is not living. He is enduring — waiting for a death that will never come, having reduced his entire world to one pursuit: peace at any cost. Then Sirenia arrives, and refuses to look away. Silver-haired, stubborn, and perceptive in the way only the fearless can be, Sirenia sees past the blade and the emptiness to the man being slowly destroyed beneath both. Hexia saves her from an ambush. He heals her. Neither is prepared for what that exchange costs them. Over six months, patient and persistent, she begins dismantling what he spent years constructing — not through force, but through sheer presence. Slowly, painfully, Hexia begins to understand that survival and living are not the same thing. Then the past returns, and shatters everything. Lhoralaine — the childhood love Hexia buried in silence — reappears alongside Fred, the man who took her, who has spent years wearing friendship like a mask over something far colder. One confrontation in a tavern. One rolling head. And the world learns what happens when the Swordsman's carefully maintained restraint finally breaks. What follows is larger than murder. Fred's death was not merely a killing — it was a key. Ancient seals crack open. Six god-like entities called Ancients stir from imprisonment beneath the world. Angels and demons descend to deliver a verdict no one in that tavern was prepared for: Hexia did not commit a crime. He triggered a countdown. In six years, Ignarok — the Eternal Flame — rises to reduce continents to ash. Every six years after, another Ancient wakes. If all six are freed, the Primal Ancient returns, and existence ends without ceremony. Six marks. Six heroes. Six years. A divine hexagram burns into Hexia's palm. Five others bear the same mark scattered across four continents — each wielding an element, each carrying damage the world has not yet seen. Hexia, Sirenia, and Lhoralaine must find them, from Nerissa the void-wielding dwarven princess to strangers whose names and wounds remain unknown, and forge something resembling an army from people who barely know how to survive themselves. This is not a story about heroes who rose to the occasion. It is about a man who wanted to die being forced to save everyone. About two women fighting for the heart of someone who has forgotten it exists. About whether people shattered at the foundations can hold the weight of the world — or whether the weight simply finishes what the breaking began. The Ancients are waking. The mark burns. The clock has started. And Hexia — who asked only for silence — must now decide whether existence, for all its agony, is worth the fight.

Everyone landed on Boundless Land and became a land ruler participating in the Ten Thousand Races Conquest Tournament. At the start of their arrival, each land ruler would receive a random starting Soldier-type Building. Recruit soldiers, fend against enemies, plunder resources, build an empire, and conquer all ten thousand races! Joe was surprised to discover that… he had rolled the unique Soldier-type Building — Demon Transformation Blood Pool! It could cultivate demons! “Haha, mine is a high-tier Soldier-type Building, it can summon elves!” “Mine is a top-tier Soldier-type Building, it can summon dragons to swarm the skies!” “I can summon the Golden Behemoth, its strength sees no limits…...” Seeing these gloating messages, Joe couldn’t help but sink into deep thought. His demons are the dwellers of hell, a unique soldier-type. Small Demon, Great Demon, Demon King, Demon Ruler, Demon Overlord, Demon God. Even the weakest Small Demon was Sage Level! The strongest was a terrifying Lord of the Gods Level being! Everywhere the demon army went, there would be the silence of death!

Miles O'Connor overslept the morning the apocalypse came. Everyone in his dorm and most of humanity were turned into zombies. Also, those who were alive awakened a system like a player to strengthen themselves for the new coming age. However, Miles did not receive a system. He killed zombies to try to awaken a system and after killing a thousand zombies, it finally arrived. But it was different from what he imagined. [ You have accumulated 1,000 points. You can now roll the Heaven's Dice. ] Cover credits to the owner.

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This Highschooler is earning 9 digit numbers per day and there is one rule on talking to him. Never and I mean NEVER ask where is his money coming from or else... It's a story of a young man and his junior in his school as they become the richest business tycoons in the world by the means of businesses you wouldn't expect from a highschooler.

Everyone believed Ethan and Alden would end up together. Perhaps that was the problem. For years, they shared a home, a family, and a bond strong enough to survive almost anything. But love is not built on assumptions, and devotion is not the same as being chosen. As old wounds resurface and new relationships begin to bloom, both men are forced to confront a painful question: How do you move on from a future you've already spent years imagining? A slow-burning tragedy about love, loss, healing, and the things left unsaid. 18+ content. Omegaverse. Update 2x/week.

During the college entrance examination, my cousin, who was sitting at the desk behind me, suddenly broke down and cried, tearing up my exam paper. I also broke down, grabbed her exam paper, stuffed it into my mouth, and swallowed it in big bites. Clutching my stomach and rolling on the ground, I shouted, "Teacher, she poisoned the paper! My stomach hurts so much, my baby, my baby is going to slip away." My cousin was dumbfounded, the teacher was stunned, and the classmates lost all focus on their tasks. Isn't it madness? Fine, let's all go mad together.

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?"