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Fang Qingyu has a special talent that he could see profession tags of others, which, in most cases, are Student, Deliveryman and Driver. However, one day when he steps into a martial arts hall, he notices a special tag above the couch's head. The red words read: Martial Artist.

As the arcane tide surges in reverse, conflict and death once again sweep across the land.Foreign races rise, dragons roar, and abyssal demons stir in the depths.The Transcendent wield divine might in mortal flesh, greedily coveting the gods’ forbidden domains—unaware that the deities, silent for tens of thousands of years, have already opened their eyes. In such a turbulent age, the protagonist Roland relies on his unique profession interface to break free from conventional class-change restrictions, gaining special effects. [Blacksmith Apprentice] → [Humble Apprentice][Recruit] → [Battle-Ready][Scholar] → [Focused Study] More than that, different professions can resonate with one another, granting additional bonuses: [Blacksmith Apprentice] + [Recruit] = [Tempered Through Trials][Blacksmith Apprentice] + [Scholar] = [Standardized Production][Recruit] + [Scholar] = [Theory and Practice] Every path leads to unknown power, and every breakthrough carries him one step farther from the shackles of mortality. Holding multiple professions—scraping by in a chaotic age?No.Omniscient. Omnipotent. Standing at the pinnacle of the world.

CORRECTION: The Naked Sword Book One Kairo Shen dies on a bathroom floor in Osaka at twenty-six. No light, no warning. He wakes up naked in a forest that has no name for him, in a world that has never heard of him, with nothing but the clothes a stranger lends him and a mind that cannot stop mapping what it sees. What he sees is a system. A levy that bleeds villages dry by design. Stewards who walk through doors like they own them. A lord who eats well while old men stop tending their gardens. He has no magic. No sword. No destiny handed to him by anyone. What he has is the ability to read a broken thing and understand exactly where the rot started. And the patience to build, from nothing, the tools to correct it. Book One follows Kairo's first year. From a forest floor to a village to a garrison to a battlefield. From nobody to Shield Warden. From a man who woke up with nothing to a man who knows what he is building and why it is going to take much longer than he wants it to.

Hero missing? Kaiju gone rogue? Spaceship needs repairing? No worries, we can solve it all! After losing his last keepsake from his late parents, Furukami Subaru enlists the help of 'Odd Jobs R Us' to help him search for it, but little did he know it would thrust him into a brand new world. A world he did not know existed, a world filled filled with wonders and dangers... Oh how he wished he did not know, but what can he do? Let's enjoy the ride as far as we can go! (It has a slow start, but it will get better around volume 2. Please show your support by reading it!)

Traveling through the parallel world, Lin Xia became a starlet hovering on the 18th line. As we all know, eighteenth-line stars are not treated as well as dogs. Life is not easy, Lin Xia is a performer. Therefore, in order to make a living, Lin Xia had no choice but to start a side job. On the first day, I went to unlock the door and earned 200 yuan in blood. The next day, I set up a fortune-telling stall and earned 500 yuan in blood. On the third day, the street stall sold cartoon underwear and earned 800 yuan in blood. On the fourth day, go to the village to cook a big pot of vegetables and earn 1,000 yuan in blood. On the fifth day, the suona team played the suona, earning 500 yuan in blood and earning a table seat. On the sixth day, the Yellow River fished out the corpse and rewarded 10,000 yuan. On the seventh day, the funeral home worked part-time and earned 1,000 yuan in blood. On the eighth day, try to sleep in the haunted house, and earn 10,000 yuan in blood. On the ninth day, earn 500 for mourning, and deduct 200 for crying to the wrong person, making a total of 300. tenth day…… Finally, netizens suddenly realized a problem. Damn! This guy seems to be a star, right? He doesn't do singing and acting, but he is skilled in all kinds of martial arts in life. You are proficient in everything, right!?

The truck didn't just kill the old me. It turned me into a science experiment. When I woke up in the hospital, my memories were gone. My name, my past, my family—all wiped clean. But the doctors left something else behind in the empty space. To save my life, the beautiful and cold Dr. Evans injected me with an experimental "vitality serum." Now, I’m alive, but I’m living with a side effect that’s driving me insane: A constant, painful state of arousal that I cannot relieve myself. My own hands don't work. The only thing that soothes the burning fire in my blood is the touch of a woman. Cast out onto the streets with no money and a body screaming for release, I discover I have one other side effect. I can see the "blueprints" of the world. I can fix any machine, solve any mechanical failure, and repair any broken system with a single touch. I am the ultimate Handyman. From the shy doctor’s daughter who needs help with her car, to the lonely housewife with a broken sink, to the CEO with a corrupt server... the city is full of women with problems only I can fix. I’ll fix their pipes, their engines, and their lives. In exchange? They’re going to have to help me with my… hardship. I don’t know who I used to be. But I know what I am now. I’m open for business.

Undertale, adalah sebuah game bergenre VRMMORPG yang sangat di gemari para gamers. Seorang pemain peringkat tinggi menerima kontrak dari developer game tersebut untuk membuat demonstrasi dari fungsi baru yang akan di luncurkan oleh developer game. Sebagai pemimpin Guild Top Circle, Andika memiliki kewajiban untuk memimpin anggotanya untuk melaksanakan kontrak yang telah dia setujui dengan developer game. Pada awalnya, semuanya berjalan dengan sempurna tanpa hambatan yang signifikan. Namun sebuah insiden yang tidak terduga terjadi ketika Andika akan menerima hadiah dari misi tersebut. Andika secara tiba-tiba dipindahkan ke dunia lain seorang diri, tanpa teman-temannya yang mengikutinya.

Ethan Cole is twenty-six, broke, alone, and one missed rent payment away from losing the last place he can still call home. When a job listing with no requirements and impossible pay appears on his phone, desperation pushes him to accept without thinking. At midnight, his life is no longer his own. A system drags him into jobs that should not exist, assigns him roles no one would willingly take, and gives him one condition for survival: follow the rules. One week he is driving a truck through a desert road that lies and watches. Another, he is locking supermarket doors at the wrong second or standing under fluorescent lights while something waits on the other side of a security camera. Sometimes he bakes bread while pretending not to hear footsteps in spilled flour. Sometimes he learns that some entities remember him even after the shift ends. Surviving a job does not mean escaping it. The Weekly Occupational Job System does not allow refusal, only compliance or transfer, and every completed assignment unlocks something more invasive, more personal, and more permanent. The rules are not arbitrary. They are written in the mistakes of people who did not survive long enough to warn anyone else. As Ethan struggles to maintain a normal life in New York while spending his nights obeying instructions that defy reality, he begins to understand the truth behind the system. It is not training workers. It is conditioning survivors. And the moment you try to quit, the job follows you home.

In a world where many knew as a game, a place full of magical creatures, demons, gods and any more humanoid races, a place where magic arts and martial arts coexist. Follow Klause on his journey as he unlock the mysteries of these world, as to understand the reason why is he here in a world where power rules. Accompanied by his previous job avatars watch Klause as he breaks free from the shackles of these world and unlock jobs to conquer the universe.

I was born to be Alpha Jaxon Eldridge's fated mate. Yet he branded me "unstable." He said emotion was a defect. A weakness to be eradicated. Especially for an Alpha's mate. On the day our bond was confirmed, he clasped his latest invention onto my wrist: the "Mate Bond Stabilizer," a metal cuff that clung to my skin like a second shadow. At the slightest flicker of emotion, the cuff would flash red. Then, Jaxon would inject me with a wolfsbane-silver compound, "correcting" my "flaw" with the searing pain of my inner wolf being set ablaze. But Briar, the woman always glued to his side, wore a cuff that glowed a steady, unwavering green—the symbol of a perfect match. Even when she contradicted him in public, the green would only pulse gently. And me? All I had to do was whisper, "Jaxon, I painted something new, I wanted to show you," and my cuff would erupt in a blinding red glare. The punishment was always the same: excruciating pain as the toxin seared through my veins. I used to argue. But Jaxon's response was always the same. "The data doesn't lie. Pain is the best teacher. This is all for the good of our bond." After thousands of these injections, I started to believe him. I started to believe that I was the one who was broken—born to be out of control. On the night of the pack's annual Sovereign's Gala, Jaxon was taking Briar as his date. Earlier that day, I'd lost myself in a painting, pouring too much of my heart onto the canvas, and my cuff had flared red. He began the punishment. But this time, the cuff malfunctioned, delivering a dose a thousand times stronger than usual directly into my veins. I collapsed onto the carpet, begging, "Jaxon, the cuff... it hurts... help me." My cuff was flashing a frantic red. Jaxon just glanced down at me, drenched in a cold sweat, and pressed the button for the maximum dose. "So desperate for attention that you lose control this easily? You're pathetic." He turned, taking Briar with him, and slammed the door shut. Jaxon must be right. The cuff is red. It can't hurt that much, can it? I'm just making a scene again. Desperate for sympathy. I'm sorry, Jaxon. In the next life, I promise I'll be the perfect mate you desire.