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Many years ago, a catastrophic plague engulfed the world changing it forever. Society was built anew in its wake. George, a remnant of the old world with a passion for eating, ventures beyond the ruins of the past to uncover the mystery of the world’s collapse. Along his travels, George comes across a pair of mercenaries, Blaire and Rupert. The opportunist and their counterpart the big muscle. Together they uncover the dirty secrets of cults and kings alike. All the while, a mysterious shadow lurks behind our heroes. Just who is K.M.? Why is George hearing voices? What is the true power of the Heart of Evolution? Will George ever find meat in a can?

long story short in a world like our world there is this boy who is stock between a rock and hard place. how ever every thing will change when two old spirts show up out of nowhere.

My husband Alex thinks I don't know about Emmy, his secretary, the woman wearing my life like a borrowed coat. I know everything. I've known for a long time. My mother taught me the rules of women like us: leave quietly, leave with dignity, take the three years the agreement promises and disappear without a scene. So I've been planning my exit, folding my grief into something neat and bearable. Then I walk into the gala and see Emmy in the custom Valentino I designed—my Valentino, the one Alex must have handed her like it meant nothing. Something inside me goes very still and very cold.

I am the top jewelry designer in the country. For our wedding, I designed a pair of rings called "Forever Promise" that told the story of my decade-long love with Caelan, becoming a beautiful industry fairy tale. Hospital regulations prohibit doctors from wearing rings during work hours. So Caelan made a habit of always wearing our wedding ring on his chest. He said it was as if I lived on his heart. Later, his first love slipped a plain ring onto his finger. He couldn't bear to take it off even while working. I finally understood that my carefully designed ring was no match for her simple band. His ring finger had always been reserved for someone else.

“Does our school have Silverpeak Coffee?” “I grew up overseas, so it’s a habit—I need an iced Americano every day. I can’t get used to any other brand.” “And with my height—six-foot-two—won’t the dorm bed be too cramped for me?” A male freshman suddenly sent a voice message in the group chat, his tone greasy and drawling, like he was trying to sound sexy and just failing miserably. The lively group went dead silent in an instant. Three minutes later, some brave soul finally spoke up: “The school doesn’t have Silverpeak Coffee. Silverpeak Coffee is too low-end anyway. We only use iced Americanos to soak our feet.” “Don’t worry about the bed. The dorm bunks are eight feet long. You’re not even as tall as a cornstalk. You’ll fit just fine.”

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A typical normal girl has completed her schooling at a famous institution and is employed as a waitress in a coffee shop. Why? She simply wants free WiFi so she can read anytime she has free time online. She enjoys reading novels, manhua, manhwa, manga, and etc. She also fantasizes about her husbandos as a result of the story she is reading. She enjoys villains, even if she dislikes them at times. She is currently infatuated with the story of "Miss Yshan's Legend." She was daydreaming about "Duke Tyron," the villain. What if she meets him face to face in an unforeseen circumstance? What would she do if she were in that situation?

Dónde Max se enamora perdidamente de la única integrante femenina de una banda local, quién resulta ser un hombre haciendo drag. Mientras tanto Mon es solo un chico sosteniendo una guitarra frente a una gran multitud.

Jewel-Mancy is an incredibly niche school of magic. These mages can’t use normal magic like shooting fireballs from their hands and lighting from their fingertips. They can’t earth bend or create magical automatons to fight for them. Nor can they summon vast legions of the undead to do their bidding. They can only charge precious stones up with magic and use them as disposable weaponry. Even the small almost non existent Jewel-mancer population are just people who got the damn job for shits and giggles. Like air mages, no one takes the ones who take themselves seriously.... uh.. seriously. Until one such jewel mage had to start from a point lower than any other. No funding, no practical skills, and no idea what the actual f*ck is going on!

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?"