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The earth has entered the era of aura recovery, and human beings have started their supernatural awakening! Jiangnan suddenly awakened the strongest stall system. Potion? Detoxification soybeans? Lucky cherries? In short of supply! The world’s top gods, richest men, beautiful school girls, popular anchors, cold goddesses, and peak powers have all come to buy. Jiangnan: “I’m not interested in making billions of dollars! I just want to pit… Uh, my wish is for world peace!” If you like this, please support us through P at reon to read more chapters Pa tre on : https://www.pa tre on.c om/SystemTranslation

With a Heaven and Earth Scale, all things can be sold. After Song Ciwan became a Demon Cleaner on the Demon Refining Platform, she discovered this profession suited her very well. When others wash demons, they get tainted by Malice and have their lifespans shortened. But when she washes demons, she can extract the Malice and sell it to the Heaven and Earth Scale. A mere three taels and four qian of Malice can be exchanged for thirty years of Lifespan. With a trade every day, longevity is just around the corner! ...... [She sold a catty of the seven emotions and six desires from a scumbag and obtained the Cultivation Technique, Sutra of Sitting and Forgetting.] [She sold a plate of sour and spicy pork intestines and obtained a Strengthening Pill.] [She sold the remorse of a corrupt official and obtained the Strange Technique, Skin Painting.] [She sold the tears of a miser and obtained the Immortal Technique, Cloud Formation and Rainfall.] [She sold the schemes of a Demon Lord and obtained the Daoist Technique, Scattering Beans into Soldiers.] ......

Alex Carter, a typical college graduate, is shocked to discover that his security guard uniform has the ability to transport him to the past — a past that is devastated by famine, where food and water are highly valued commodities. A single bottle of mineral water from today's world can be traded for gold. Two cans of instant meal packs from today's world can buy him one oiran's favor. Moving between the two world, Alex exchanges mundane supplies for wealth, accumulating riches and power in small increments. These days, becoming the richest person in the world in a year's time — well, that is not such an ask, is it? Back in the old days, consolidating the whole empire in two years — completely normal, isn't it? ________________ Having Exams of my High School....will be updating a lot less .... This novel is solely being updated on webnovel, if you’re reading it somewhere else. Then you may be getting my outdated chapters and are being plagiarized.

Blanca Frostine transmigrated into the very beast-world novel she’d been reading. Great. Fantastic. Even better? This world had a massive problem. In this empire, beastmen suffered from a condition called Hysteria. When their emotions spiked, they lost control and turned into rampaging monsters. When their emotions dipped too low, they reverted into small, helpless beast cubs. Therapy existed, technically, in the form of rare energy stones—but there was a catch. The stones only worked if they were hand-carved into the exact animal form of the beastman. The more realistic the sculpture, the stronger the calming effect. The more lifelike the carving, the more times it could be reused. Which was where Blanca’s luck kicked in. In her previous life, she’d been a legendary sculptor—wealthy, talented, and famously difficult to deal with. Her works were so vivid they felt like they were breathing. People waited months just to beg for a commission, and because she had zero patience for nonsense, the art world had crowned her with a fitting title: The Sculptress. So when Blanca realized she could carve energy stones better than anyone in this world, romance was not her first concern. Powerful beast husbands? Fated mates? Tragic, handsome generals with emotional damage? She waved all of it away. “I’ll date later,” she decided calmly. “After I get rich.” And so, instead of a love story, she opened a shop. A small, suspiciously low-effort store suddenly appeared on the Regional Network, selling palm-sized sculptures carved with terrifying realism. Just looking at the screen was enough to calm raging emotions. The empire lost its mind overnight. Orders flooded in. Nobles panicked. The military took notes. Unfortunately, the shop owner was… Lazy, sharp-tongued, and deeply uninterested in customer satisfaction. “No rush orders.” “No refunds.” “Stop messaging me at 3 a.m.” “And stop flirting in the reviews.” Still, her sculptures sold out within seconds. What Blanca didn’t expect was the growing number of powerful beastmen who began appearing in her life—each claiming they just needed emotional treatment, each lingering a little too long, each staring at her hands like they were something far more dangerous than weapons. After all, in an empire full of beasts who lost control when their emotions ran wild, Blanca Frostine was the only one who could calm them with a touch. And while she kept insisting she wasn’t interested in love— Love, unfortunately, seemed very interested in her. “Screw finding a husband,” Blanca thought, carving another masterpiece. “…Why do they keep lining up anyway?”

In a remote alleyway stands a store. No one truly understands what it is selling, but people traverse it anyway. "I hear the place fulfills your wildest dreams," says a female who wants to remain unnamed. "People who enter never wish to leave." "The store-owner is a jerk—the prices are expensive, the staff is rude and you serve yourself," another male explains, "what, I'm still going though." "I'm just here to look at the cute girls," says—well, his opinion doesn't matter, anyway. "Listen, whatever you do, don't mess with the immortal siblings there. Who that is? The store-owner and his sister, of course! Why we call them that?" The person shudders. "Because we couldn't think of a fiercer name yet." Within the store, an inconspicuous youth sits at the counter. In his head rings a cold voice, "Quest completed, ask Host to prepare for the next one." "Eh, but I don't wanna." "Quest issued, asking Host to check." "Meh, I don't like it, give me something else." "Non-compliance will lead to death." "Sure, I'd love to see you try." "...Please just do the quest." Welcome to the Store of Fates! Dear customer, would you like to change your destiny too? .................................................................................. For chapters not yet released here, news of updates and future merch, character art, and discussions with either readers or writers, please follow this link: https://discord.gg/RnRQD73j8b or write me on Rafuk#5512.

This universe is the creation of the divine being Revel, for when he came into it he knew joy in his existence and revelled in it. It is filled with millions of worlds and life forms, all of whom do know not their maker's name... Fólórunsó and Sola are mercenaries of the United Freelancer Organisation stationed on the planet Pedtro doing odd jobs to make do every day. Fólórunsó is bound to a strange contract tied to a stranger power he can never truly master. Sola is tied to the day the skies fell to earth and is plagued by an ailment that will inevitably take his life. These two misfit allies find themselves taking up a peculiar job for an exuberant payment that ends up separating their paths. What will happen to the two as they explore this universe and its infinite worlds, and what will occur in their inevitable reunion?

Ai Lie, 18 y.o. high school girl, who is prioritizing her family more than anything, meet her dead end because of the trouble her family created. Her family has a loan of 75.000$, but all of her family members are jobless. Despite being an undergraduated high school student, she tried her best to pay her family's loan to prevent her family, and herself, become homeless. But when the payment deadline is near, she is giving up. None of her family member really cares about how to pay the debt they had. It's impossible to pay that huge amount of loan all by herself. She is gradually losing hope, desperate enough to think about her family's future, and finally decided to do suicide. But suddenly a ghost that appears in a snake form stops her from doing so, and give her a worthy offering. The snake asks her to exchange her life to an Asura's King with a huge amount of money. She is agreed, and the new journey between her and the dark side of the world begins.

One jog, one rogue banana peel, and Alex finds his life abruptly… over. But instead of pearly gates, he wakes in a blinding white place to learn he's Soul Unit 742,981 and has been flagged for reassignment. His destination? A vibrant world of cultivation, magic, and very enthusiastic dragons. His new job? A Systems Trader, a cosmic peddler of unique abilities. Now, with a growing catalogue of systems and a burgeoning understanding of his new, bizarre role, Alex realizes his true potential. By giving others systems, he can create a network of powerful individuals. He'll embark on a journey to forge his own sect of system users, not by training them, but by bestowing upon them the very tools they need to become mighty!

Fu Wen was 25 when he died. From then on, he slaved his years serving the Elosori, the beacon of all Systems. From the original hundred years of servitude, to a thousand years to a hundred thousand more. Not because he fell into a trap or was branded a System Servitor for all eternity, but because Fu Wen had squandered and even got into enormous debts in his first thousand years of servitude, where he had no choice but to repay it and all the unreasonable interest he failed to recognize. A hundred million years later, here he was. Free from debt, knowledgeable, obscenely rich, and he had finally saved nearly a thousand copies of all the hottest, sexiest, and otherworldly men he had ever met. All cloned from the real people that he could summon or revert back into a card. But most importantly, he was ready to retire. Yet, as Fu Wen stared at his interface, he only felt helpless. Despite the magic he had learned to cleanse him what longevity does to mortals like him, he didn't know what to do and where to be or what he really wanted anymore. The handsome guys he once dreamt of couldn't make him blush anymore, the magic that once fascinated him came off as bleak, the strings of zeros on his Elosori Exchequer Folio no longer held its appeal. He got everything he needed but not what he wanted. Fu Wen... Fu Wen just— "I want to go back." His blank eyes, weathered by time, began to shine. He looked at his interface and focused on the reward section from the thousands of rewards he could pick from for his hundred million years of service. And there, he saw it, his chance to become who he once was again. To where he could be that little naive man that once struggled at the mercy of life. [Dao of System and System of Dao is looking for new individuals to enter the new convergence in the Infinite Boundaries, would you like to enter? Private Note to individual Fu Wen: You are eligible to avail the ownership of one of the Seven Gates. You are eligible to undergo System Transcendental Purification upon acceptance. Please be prepared.] Before accepting, Fu Wen saw another prompt flash in front of him. [An Advisor is available from the Immortal World, would you like to apply for an application?] Fu Wen mechanically paused and then when he applied, he saw the advisor and his heart that had not beat in a million years pounded in his chest. --- What to expect: - 1v1 - immortal Cultivation world meets Litrpg - cultivation - dungeon making, basebuilding - elves, dragons, dwarves etc. - leveling, classes, etc. - no drama, no heartbreak - perverted MC, patient ML - etc...

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?"